Walking into the bar, again after touching down on Bruchsal in yet another different ship, Jamieson made his way to the bar. Dutch must have have been round the back somewhere, because it seemed The Ambassador was working the taps for the moment. Working had been thirsty work, so he decided to risk it...
"Hello 'Bas, lookin' well today. Hmm... how about I go for an Eltmann Ale today? Just a pint tae get me started if ye dinnae mind."
Not bad, thought Jamieson, waiting until he had his back turned before pulling the hairs out of the drink's head. Nodding to Michael, who had looked up at the noise of Ambassador's pint-pulling, he made his way to Erich's distant table.
"Just heard back fae the engineers at Vogtland: they managed to get the Laoch de Soisealachd up and workin' again. The burst ae radiation that disabled her just afore Dresden seems tae have jammed the authorisation codes, but they've managed tae fit some new guns and shields on the ol' girl and she's almost flyin' at her best. Takin' her out again's got me right thirsty..." Iain rambled, taking a gulp of ale before continuing, "How are ye daein' Erich?"
