''So i heard, probably some sort of ritual suicide, prevent capture by the enemy or somthing like that'' Victor said.
No sooner had he spoken did another man walk through the door, A commander, judging by his cleanly pressed uniform which did little to hide the exhusted expression he wore on his face. Victor observed another man entering soon after the first, who, unlike the first, wore the rank of Captain and had the look of a man who was expecting something more.
The commander had taken up residence in an armchair close to the door while the Captain had strolled over to the Bar after being served what appeared to be Gin. Victor turned his attention back to Cuttingham, ''A drink sir? teas perhaps?'' and he motioned toward the bar.