To : The Free Brigands of Gallia, from the Unione Corse

[Lanakov]

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From : André Nivaggioni, membre and tribun of the Unione Corse.
Location : Villa Nivaggioni, planète Marseille.
Encryption strength : Sartinesu
Sujet : A table.

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Transmission begins. Nivaggioni appears sitting in a cockpit, utterly relaxed as always.

Salut Mathieu.

Between the both of us, old friends like we've become ? You can stick with my true identity and simply call me André. I get enough formalities from my day-to-day... I'd call it a job, but... *He chuckles*
Let's just say that dealings between the Corsicans and the Brigands shouldn't be encumbered with the sort of court tomfoolery the Royals are so fond of.

I'll make preparations to return to Marne and my good woman and I'll keep you posted. I'll endeavour to make it happen fast ; I'd hate for you to disappear in the aether again without tasting Angèle's cuisine.

He grins one final time before the transmission cuts.

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Feedback, insults, marriage proposals and declarations of fealty

If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.