[color=crimson]"Oh, Lucien, it is more than suitable. No changes necessary, I assure you."[/color] He turned around once more and looked at the space, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so. It was not Paris, by any means, but it wasn't as if his patrons came to look at the inside of a tent, was it? If he was doing his job, they would forget that they were even in a tent at all.

After a moments silence, he turned back to the Ringleader and clapped his hands. [color=crimson]"Oh! I almost forgot."[/color] He picked up the briefcase he had set down at his feet and laid it on the stage in front of him. He clipped it open, and reached inside, up to his elbow. He fished around for a moment, pushing aside his clothing, baubles, and the other effects he had brought. [color=crimson]"Einen moment bitte..."[/color] He said, slightly strained, and then [color=crimson]"Ah!"[/color] He withdrew his arm from the case, which from Lucien's perspective looked to hold only a small amount of clothes, and held up a bottle of wine.

Dark red liquid sloshed within, and Geralt closed the case and approached the Frenchman with it. [color=crimson]"You didn't think I would come empty handed and tardy, did you?"[/color] He said with a wicked grin. He stopped before Lucien and held the bottle out so he could inspect the label. It read "Grand Vin de Château Latour, Pauillac 1897".