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Dirty Chai
They were in the great hall of the old palace, standing over a small table holding some record books and some parchment. One sitting figure, with curly and tawny hair. A livery coat with the right colors. Around him were men with hats and fur coats - burghers perhaps, or lawyers or stewards - arguing and trying to convince him of something. A giant shield hung in the background, carrying the golden cross of Jerusalem.
A retainer standing nearby was the first to notice Montferrand entering, and turned to watch him curiously. Another alerted Edward, tapping him on the shoulder. Lancaster stood up at that, and circled around the table to stand in front of it, all while waving the commoners to hold their tongue for now.
"Good, you're the seigneur de Jossemny, no?" the English-born prince asked, using a strange, colorless form of French.
"I'll take fifteen thousand and no less," he bayed almost immediately. "Try for twenty thousand."
Edward pointed at de Vere. "You're going to Lorraine."
Then he looked at de Clifford. "You, my lord, do what you must. Find more money before we fork it over to my cousins."
"Someone find Beaufort. I have plans for him, for once," he then yelled out.
Edward was present with ... himself. The pretender king stood alone beside the far end of the table. This was not a respectful or proper behavior to exhibit, seeking a meeting with an unmarried woman - alone - but Edward was a king, and this woman was nearly his wife in many ways. He didn't seem to care that Eleanor had brought a companion, however.
Lancaster gestured at the seats of the small rectangular table. In the center were a few candles.
"I am glad you accepted my invitation, lady Plantagenet," he said, continuing to call her by her grandfather's chosen surname. "And lady Paston," he added, shooting the woman only a polite glance.
He then took his seat at the head of the table, signalling that they could as well.
"How do you find Bar-le-Duc?" Edward asked them. "We won't be here much longer."