Isabelle was sipping her drink slowly when she saw the four men entering the bar, obviously shaken. The usual sign of people who had gone through deadly combat...
"Do not worry. The Rheinland Wilde shall not pass through the Liberty border. You are safe from the alien menace, here."
The young general asked for the barman with a gesture of her hand, and asked for drnks to be served to the men.
"On my tab. You people deserve it. For surviving another day."