<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"I am indeed originally from 'deez parts. So I should apologize now before my accent gets 'da betta' of me after few more of 'deez elixirs." </span></span><br/><br/>Solas listened to the man with interest as he sipped his Courvoisier and this familiar man's pleasant sense of humor slowly made the muscles near both ends of the Tainted's lips flex. <span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">''You know, there is no mission without danger, and there is no drug-smuggling mission without risks and in certain occasions my friend, you do not have the benefit of safety to complete a drug running task, you know, without stumbling into bad-runs along the way."</span></span></span><br/><br/>The man took one last sip of his Cognac before setting the empty glass on the surface of a small table, listening to Isolde's flirty tone. Solas chuckled under his breath and turned to look at Millicient, giving her thigh a rub. <span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Ladies and Sir Shaw, I will be right back. I was told they have this thing called Masquerade, some sort of a party environment where you could shake your booties, drink and gamble. I'd like to check it out and get us tickets for later in case you guys are interested''</span></span></span> And at that, Solas gave Millicient's thigh one last single squeeze before exiting the bar area.</span></ul>