He'd had to set off later than planned - some minor quibble over land rights had delayed him, and he couldn't very well let the matter drop, not when it would mean money not being on the table going in the right direction. His estates' tenants weren't generally much bother but it could be so tedious when they were late paying. Why couldn't they just pay on time like everybody else? And if they couldn't live within their means and pay on time, perhaps they should move on and let someone else who can.
No matter, it was all settled, and Vincent hadn't even had to send any of his men over to finalise the transaction. One didn't like to spend too much thinking about the details, it was so dull and tedious and 'I promise we'll pay you next week, my lord' and 'we've just been laid off, we just need to get back on our feet and if your lord would be so kind'. Excuses. They should try having his job and see how bloody difficult that was.
On that note, back to business... it was time to go see that fellow Audish. Truth be told, Vincent wasn't exactly an admirer, but respected him: man knew his place, knew how to get things done, and knew not to draw attention to himself when it wasn't appropriate. Excellent traits in an employee, not that Audish was an employee of his; he had no real need for a healer, and in any event the transaction was more what he could do for Audish rather than the other way around, and naturally pocket a respectable handling fee for his time and trouble. Nothing wrong with facilitating good business, now, was there?
Revolution had never been his favourite venue of choice - far too noisy, the drinks on offer... even their 'top shelf' drinks weren't worth the asking price: he wouldn't ordinarily even give the more expensive whiskeys here to Pokey for cleaning purposes, but when in Rome, one rather should go native, he supposed.
And today it was, regrettably, more raucous than usual. The youths and hooligans of the area all bunched in, celebrating what he presumed must be the Quidditch World Cup. They all had their little national scarves on - even Vincent couldn't resist a moment of pride in his nation, his homeland, but the moment passed - and they were again just youths and hooligans making noise. But he supposed that the noise presented reasonable cover for men doing business they would rather not be noticed.
He did hope that he had perhaps beaten Audish here this evening, but alas it was not to be; the man was hiding in a corner usually reserved for the locals. He nodded curtly to the man, before proceeding to the bar. It would not do for him to be here and not have a drink, assuming he could find something that wouldn't rot his stomach.
A swift conversation with the bartender later, and an exchange of Galleons, and Vincent had himself a bottle of Scotch that might even have seen some actual peat in the barley, perhaps even dried in a peaty smoke fire - and two glasses. They'd done enough business that Vincent was prepared to share a drink with the man, and it never hurt to lubricate the wheels of industry, such as they were. He had insisted on clean glasses.
With that, he made his way across the room to where Audish was sat, watching like a hawk. There was something about his expression, his demeanour, you knew when you were being watched, because you were being Watched. He'd never quite realised it before but Audish did have a bird of prey look about him. Perhaps the next meeting could be on his estate, perhaps with his falconer present.
He plonked himself down opposite Audish, "Do apologise for being late, my dear chap, but alas my business cannot entirely be trusted to run itself, not least with all the people who don't pay their bills on time." He set the bottle down on the table, with the glasses. "I thought, on the spirit of the occasion, you might care to drink something a little more... finessed than usually available here, before we get down to business." There was a smile. It might even have had some sincerity in the corner of his mouth.
There was a cheer across the room, someone had seemingly scored. Vincent continued smiling, even though the noise was rather... untoward.