To Ran's surprise, the man revealed himself as a Bretonian. Bold move, thought Ran, anyone who praises a Queen around here usually finds themselves looking down the barrel of a shotgun. He was a brave man and what he said was certainly wise.
But Ran's attention was quickly shifted to the Rheinlander, whose accent was as thick as the hunks of meat, chocolate and lager they consume in the food abundant country. Try not to think of food, Ran, she thought, trying to avoid the inevitable of her ration bars running out. The woman made a point though, darkness would soon set in and there some people Ran wouldn't trust under the mysterious blanket of night, in which backstabs and knockouts were a common occurrence. "Ran Zheng, comrades. Nice to meet you all."
