Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150610223017

"There," Ochre said, giving the desk a light dusting. "Now, we're ready to make a first impression."

"Excellent," Trigo replied, collapsed in one of the new chairs. Moving things was much harder than it used to be, but that may have been a sign of old age creeping in. "The concierge just messaged me, and Fritz is en route."

"Perfect.  Let's not keep him waiting."

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Stahlfritz found the hotel room easily enough, but behind the door was a different surprise. The regular beds and furniture had dissappeared. In their place was a large walnut desk, leather wingback chairs, an ornate lamp, and some fancy-looking artwork and plants.

Behind the desk stood the same man in the red suit who was drinking with Zephrion Flagg the night before. His gold pin shone in the darkened room. Off to one side stood his yellow companion, leaning against the wall with his hands resting on his shotguns.

"Mr. Panzier," he smiled warmly. "Exactly on time.  Please do come on in."