The Portside Embassy

[TheJarl]

Freya grins. "Quartermaster? No... Not exactly." She stands up and extends her hand towards Lizzie for a firm handshake.

As they face each other the enormous difference between these two personalities could be seen by an outsider from their appearances alone. While Lizzie can barely fit her large dress behind the table and would better fit in a royal court than a tavern full of rebels, Freya is wearing an olive green Widerstand uniform with shoulder marks indicating the rank of Kommandant and her jacket unbuttoned revealing a plain t-shirt underneath.

"I'm Freya Eistochter, the Vorsitzende of the Bundschuh Partei, the party leader you'd call it in Bretonia." She returns to her seat."As for a medical unit, we've got a medbay, it is always full, the pharmaceuticals are always out of stock and we're always understaffed. While there's plenty of former students here, most didn't even come close to rounding up their study and they come here to fight anyway. So yes, depending on your knowledge and experience I might have some use for you." She leans forwards. "But not before you can safely handle a firearm, can control a ship, know emergency evacuation procedures and plenty of other things... Aktivist."

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