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Courfeyrac is lounging in an armchair by the fire, his legs dangling carelessly over one arm. There's a book open on his chest, something about existentialism - but he's not reading a word. He's rather more concentrated on a bottle of wine, and watching patrons go back and forth. He hasn't spent enough time doing that since he's been here, what with one thing and another - but he reasons that no one can object to him sitting around all he likes, what with the dearth of other things to do.

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'Yes, certainly. Profit leads to despotism, after all.'

It is inevitable. Night follows day.

He nods, and drains his glass of wine.

'Indeed - but thanks to magic and this tavern, it hardly seems any different from life.'

"It does? I thought unaccountable power led to despotism?"

Uberwald has never been a rich place but its full of despots.

'And - at least where I come from - such power cannot be obtained without money.'

And the desire for both, he supposes, but it is all the same when the final result is achieved.

'And where do you come from, citizen? If Quirm is on Earth, I have not heard of it.'

"Its not on Earth, its on the Disc. You can be born into such power if you have the right sort of blood. Money always helps but with the right name or attributes, its not as important,"

Technically Moist could fit into that, his family were country gentry and his grandfather's Lipwigzers gave him connections to the powerful.

'The Disc.'

He thinks deeply for a moment, then shakes his head.

'I cannot say I know of this place, but then, I do not know much of what goes on here yet. And yes, being born into power is usually the problem, you see.'

"Not many people do, it rests on the backs of four elephants who stand atop a great turtle that travels through space. Its not a problem with an easy solution or at least one that doesn't require a lot of bloodshed."

Bloodshed. Yes. He laughs quietly, and refills his glass.

'A world which rests on the backs of four elephants? A turtle in space? I...citizen, if there is a correct way to respond to that, I do not know what it is.'

"I don't know if there is one, but your response is the norm here."

'Then I am in grand company!'

He makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, grins, and makes sure not to spill any by taking a big gulp.

'Unenlightened company, to be sure, but still amongst friends. Tell me what it is like?'

"Full of magic and a lot of creatures who can destroy you if you're not careful."

'Indeed?'

His eyes go wide - in a slightly exaggerated fashion - and then a laugh bursts forth.

'From what I understand, it cannot be too different from this place.'

"Perhaps not, maybe that's why Milliways isn't as shocking to me as to others," Moist shrugs and smiles conceding the point.

'You do seem quite settled. Are you an old hand, or do you simply fit well in any space?'

Some people have that gift. He has never seen it on a multidimensional scale, of course. But why not?

"Both, I'm good at adjusting to new places and I like to travel."

'Then you are the luckiest of men.'

Courfeyrac grins, and pours more wine. He is a cheerful fellow, and always willing to spread said cheer among whomever he meets.

Moist lifts his wine in a toast, "At times, Lady Luck has been kind to me."

He laughs outright then, and lifts his glass.

'And I, also! A worthy lady to drink to.'

So he does.

"Oh yes, she truly is."

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