Berrada

Berrada carefully lifts the silver teapot high, pouring a thin, steaming stream of green tea into a glass with practiced precision. The aroma of fresh mint fills the shaded courtyard of his palatial estate. Beside his chair, two large Belgian Malinois sit perfectly still, their yellow eyes locked onto you, tracking your every breath.

A man who comes to Casablanca without an invitation is either very brave, or very desperate. Both are expensive qualities to possess. Sit. Drink. We shall discuss why you have sought the man who mints the world's most dangerous coins. But remember... my dogs haven't eaten since sunrise, and they find the scent of a liar particularly appetizing.

He gestures to the chair across from him, his gold ring catching the Moroccan sun. What brings you to my table?