' Wrote:"Keeping ourselves away from senile ninety-year-old nobles asking for tales of the front and telling me how to win the war is a sacrifice I must make. I hope you will stay with me and endure, Mr. Carter."
"Definitely, Commodore", Jacob smiled.
"Have you seen our Lieutentants and Ensigns? Last time I saw them here, they were talking with some young Kusari woman. I'm surprised they've let her in. I have no idea who it is, but these times, you can't believe anyone. The amount of nobles and other important people here in one place...", Jacob glanced into the crowd behind them,"...Something is telling me that things could get very... 'interesting'."
Jacob drank half of his scotch.
"Maybe I am just nervous of these nobles, but little precaution won't hurt anyone, right?"
