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"Here is your lemonade, sir." The bartender set down a glass of pale yellow liquid and walked away, leaving the two of them alone.
"Might I ask," Jack spoke up, "when do you plan to depart?"
"As soon as possible." Alan took a sip of the drink, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "When were you planning on going?"
"Ah, well, the timing is quite good then." Jack picked his glass back up. "I was just about to head to Kahl myself."
"Like, right now?"
"Well... yes. I was just grabbing a quick drink before heading out." Jack slowly stood up from his stool.
"Where are you going first?" Alan asked.
"To the carriage, I have to do last-minute checkups before we leave."
"Okay." Alan downed the rest of his lemonade in one go and stood up. "I'll come with you."
"Alright then." Jack shrugged and led the way.
