Clean, and his brocade jacket, velvet breeches and silver hose cleaned and pressed, he grabs his trusty musketoon and his blade before they come near to hitting the floor. He straightens his blade and sheathes it, hanging the frog and baldric from a coat hook, and with a casual toss over his shoulder the gonne vanishes from sight.

"Landlard!" he says in a quiet, yet commanding, voice. "Come! Fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over!"