"You are free to choose,"
Cylus 7, 720
Soren ducked into the little cafe, over near the East Gate, a small single owner shop known as The Crusty Crumpet. He stepped inside, smiling at the curvy, as it seemed all women who were bakers were, shop owner behind the counter. She beckoned him to the counter and he happily obliged her. She smiled sweetly at him, "I seent you these last few days, walkin' round these parts."
Soren's eyes narrowed, wondering if she was onto his plan to acquire the property across the street. Perhaps to be a challenger in this, drive the price up. "You gots a lady around here you're sweet on?" He relaxed. She was a gossiper. She just wanted a juicy story of sordid romance. He smirked at her, "Well... I did, but she's a bit too... skinny for my taste. I like a woman with meat on her bones." he grinned wolfishly at her, "Plus, she's my wife's sister. Good for the occasional tryst but certainly not someone to bring home to mother."
The woman behind the counter flushed a deep red, "Oh my, you are busy sir. Are you... are you meeting her here? The sister?"
Soren leaned against the counter, making a point to flash a glance at the woman's very ample bosom, slowly, before returning to her eyes. "I am. Though under the guise of business. You see, she's the bodyguard to a very important man, a very wealthy man. And he is madly in love with her, but also terribly controlling and jealous. She's not allowed to show any affection or emotion when she's working. And she is madly in love with me."
The woman fanned herself, "Oh my word." She leaned forward, letting more of her cleavage hang out, and Soren made sure to let her see him look. "So what are you gonna do?"
Soren just grinned, "Well, I was hoping you could help me with that actually..."
She perked right up, "Oh yes. Yes I will. How can I help?"
He looked her right in the eyes, "After the meeting begins, come over and offer her your absolute best pastry. Whatever is truly your best creation. Tell her that a man came by earlier by the name of Domingo del Pollo and ordered it for her. Tell her that he misses her dearly and craves the touch of her softest of flesh again, and that he is most sorry for what happened in Rharne. It didn't mean anything."
The woman giggled furiously, nodding rapidly, and Soren tossed a few coins on the counter, "Keep the change. I'll take a coffee and whatever is freshest. But don't bring them until my company arrives, please."
He turned walking toward the table, before stopping, looking back, "And thank you. I owe you for this. Whatever you want..." The woman giggled some more and snorted, and disappeared in back. Soren, in a more chipper mood now that he'd managed to entertain himself a bit, found a table. He knew he was quite early. He'd planned for that when he sent a courier to deliver a message to Tristan Venora, asking that he and Lianne, because he knew she'd be coming anyways, to join him for an afternoon snack at this cafe, so as to discuss business.
So now was simply the waiting game.
"But you are not free from the consequences."