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Julius:  Julius felt the tension drain out of his shoulders just as it did from the air around him.
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Bordeaux:  “So Master Miklotov. How do you think our negotiations went?” Bordeaux, free from the eyes of their minder, made himself comfortable on the sofa as he started the discussion. He gestured to a chair in front of him, and Miklotov sat.
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Miklotov:  “I’ve never spoken to the emperor before, so I couldn’t tell. Can’t say he seemed very convinced. And he didn’t look like he was sold on the idea of a nonaggression pact.”
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Miklotov:  “Mmm. Nonetheless, you played your part well, Master Bordeaux. I’m rather more disappointed by my own maneuvering—or the failure thereof. I hope we haven’t unduly annoyed His Majesty, but…in that respect, our youths have acquitted themselves well.”
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Julius:  “Us, sir?” Julius raised an eyebrow in surprise as the knowing gaze of the head sage fell upon him.
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Ferris:  “I’m very sorry, sir. I let my passion cloud my sense of duty… I wasted our time in the throne room.” His ears were pressed back against his head, and he nodded toward Miklotov with a dark expression.
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Miklotov:  “Nothing of the sort. No one would blame you for what you did. In fact, I myself was deeply heartened to hear you defend the royal family.”
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Bordeaux:  “A man can’t be called loyal if he would let a slight to his king or his prince go unchallenged. You spoke for all of us. Got nothing to be ashamed of, kid.” Bordeaux crossed his arms and nodded soberly.
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Miklotov:  “In fact, Emperor Vincent might have been far more perturbed if we hadn’t argued with him. From that perspective, I don’t think there’s any cause to believe your actions have harmed our diplomatic position.”
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Ferris:  “If… If you say so…” Surprised to find himself forgiven for his emotional outburst, Ferris seemed at a loss.
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Miklotov:  “Nor was there any problem with the way the two of you spoke and acted. The fine upbringing of our Sir Julius and the prowess of our Sir Reinhard seem to have impressed the emperor.” Then Miklotov turned to Julius and Reinhard.
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Bordeaux:  “Huh. Huh! Sounds like we’re doing great then, negotiation-wise.”
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Miklotov:  “I’m afraid my withered eyes are no longer sharp enough to see the consequences of your actions, Master Bordeaux…” Miklotov looked dourly at his colleague, who appeared to have forgotten his own tense exchange with Vincent.
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Bordeaux:  “Gotta say, I can’t seem to relax in here.” The huge elder pretended not to notice as he looked around the room.