Sheriff and Big Tony meet a scary guy. He is actually a magistrate of known nobility. Some believe he hasn't shaved his moustache in years. The guys are visibly terrified. He has that air about him, you see. Shirt buttoned down almost to his chest, neck heavy with gold and beads and hands that are heavier than a pick-up truck.
He is a gangster from their worst nightmares.
The two fight their fears and gather the will to speak. They try to keep calm and talk business. Things go well. The magistrate is a good laugh, they soon find out. He actually seems like a very kind man now.
They discuss Ragasthan at length. Big Tony has a lot to say.
At one point, Sheriff points out how no local caterers agree on paying security deposits against the festival space they wish to rent. It baffles him. The magistrate doesn't see why. He says it is ridiculous of us to even expect a deposit. Nobody would ever agree, it seems. Not in a million years. He is pretty certain about that.
So much so that he swears it on his moustache!
That's got to mean something.
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