Cannes, January 1, 745

[Miaou]

"Entirely depends on you, I feel." Darche replied, smiling. He glanced around and motioned to a setting of couches he noticed. If Marechal agreed to the idea, Darche would move to take a seat. The companion always stood nearby and close. "I believe my request was rather straight forward. You are able to allow such, no?" He questioned, then added after a thought, "And were you able to contact the Amiral to confirm our allowances?"

In person, Darche was clearly of some form of military background from how he carried himself. If one knew it, he also had the tell tale signs of a fighter pilot by how he moved his head around for confirmations or denials, as larger and more distinct motions of the head were needed when wearing a helmet. However this man clearly had been retired or out of service for a number of years, the war exhaustion gone and a much more relaxed man had taken his place. That was, at least, the impression he was trying to give off. As before, the companion remained unreadable.