(right leg). *takes the Gascon's hand, and helps him up* I'm sorry for fighting with you, Misseur le Gascon. *looks the Gascon over slowly* How would you like a position in my Royal Foot Guards? You look strong..I could use a man such as you. *the people disperse and go back to drinking, as the low hum of the fiddle and clavichord fill the room again*
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