"I beg your pardon, Mademoiselle. I am not a military officer of the Enclave and just want to be sure I am a welcomed guest. A mere courtesy."
Baron smiled, and proceeded in. Wearing a dark blue tuxedo typical for Gallic nobility, he stood out a tad from the military uniforms around. His gaze crossed the premises and stopped on the bar.
"Well now, I had no doubts the officers of Gallia would have a fine bar. Le's check out if they have some wine from Orleans...".
