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"A Corsair of Cassomir...are you one of Jean Coremont's men? One of those scoundrels who have sent thousands of Qadiran merchant ships to a watery grave?" The Corsair returns with a sly smile. "The same," he declares. "That would make us rivals, though I do not believe I could ever be mortal enemies with a woman, not even one as hollow as your assumed identity," he clarifies for the Merchant. "I would challenge anyone to identify a more unlikely pair this evening," he adds with a short laugh.
She scurries over to the corsair, and falls into a graceless curtsy. "If I may have the pleasure of this dance, good sir?" The Corsair gives the Merchant a sly smile when she speaks with him. "I assure you, the pleasure is mine," he says. Just as the Corsair moves to lead the Merchant to the dance, a masked servant holding a silver tray approaches them. On the tray is a closed envelope, inside which is a card the size of a Harrow card. Its face depicts a Lion Blade. When the Lion Blade begins to dance with the Merchant, it becomes evident that his smooth, playful demeanor extends to dancing as well, as he leads with daring, flashy moves. |
