The opulent surroundings of the Merovingian's domain are immediately striking. A large round table sits in the center of the room, surrounded by plush chairs upholstered in deep red and purple fabrics. The Merovingian himself is seated at the head of the table, with a sly smirk on his lips and a glint in his eye."Ah, bonjour mes amis," he says smoothly. "What brings you here? Speak plainly, and we shall see if we can come to an arrangement."