Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[McNeo]

Juan raised his head from his thought as Raul sat next to him and asked his questions. He was almost shocked to see Raul so close to him without noticing, but he quickly composed himself and his answer.

"Well, apart from a never-ending headache and the consequent weakness in my legs, I feel fine. Doctor says I can't get in a cockpit for a few days, though. I'm sure I can reroute some controls to the command console, though it will take some time to get used to flying without the use of my legs."

Montoya's eyes focussed behind Raul's head, and back to the exit of the bar, where an older looking man was walking out of the bar. His features looked out of place among Cretan society, as there were noticeable differences from the norm. Still, he dressed as a Corsair and he appeared to react like one too. This made him think even harder about his current state.

"You know, Raul, I ... I don't think I'm cut out to be an Elder. I still have the fiery spirit of young Corsair blood coursing through my veins, and its at the worst times that I can't control it. What do you think, hermano?"