Vierlande R&R [Open RP]

[Darradarljod]

As Detektiv Krupp moved through the bar to his place of preference at the window Wolfgang followed the man's movement from his own place at the bar. The cigar was plucked from his teeth and tucked back into his jacket which cleared the way for another small sip of his ice cold Rheinbier.

The hard heels of polished military jackboots clacked on the mercilessly hard floors of the mess hall as the pilot, Richter made a casual approach near to where Krupp was seated. He followed the Detektiv's gaze out the window to the many ranks of cells and simply stared, admiring.

The population of Vierlande was at least six-thousand - the majority being incarcerated rebels who would likely never see the natural light of a sun again.

"I am curious," eyes dropped to Krupp, noticing his displayed rank, "Detektiv. What do you make of such a sight?"