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A rather worried individual steps into the bar, in a suit that used to be quite good but isn't exactly kept by a meticulous dandy. He is carrying a leather-bound ledger, looking at the floor about three feet in front of him, and generally cuts a less than impressive figure. An honest working man, perhaps, who works a bit too much and worries about it.
He's followed by a big body guard who seems quite bored, but paid well enough to stick with a worried fellow who, in his opinion, doesn't really need guarding. He is carrying some bags, in an attempt to be at least somewhat useful in a practical way.
Then, he laughs, stands straight, and suddenly is no longer hulking and a bit stupid but tall, broad, and scarily clever to the point where you ought to be worried.
"Hey, we are back!" he says. "We can stop acting. We made it -- with all the money!"
He steps closer to the worried fellow he was, until some seconds ago, apparently guarding, and touches his neck, whispering, "We're back in Milliways, Moist! Now I get a kiss!"
At long last!