The Albion - Function Room of the Bretonian Embassy on New Berlin

[sovereign]

"Sure it is." Lenora shook her head lightly then drank a healthy portion of her drink. "So, sidewinder fang? No taste to it, almost as bad as the stuff Liberty calls 'ale'. Here, try a bit of this. If you're man enough for it, that is..."

While 'John' contemplated the golden, strangely ominous liquid before him, Lenora caught a glance of a small woman off in the corner with a laptop. Her hair was just settling as Lenora looked at her, but other than that she seemed to be staring quite intently at whatever she was doing. An expression of mild amusement crossed Lenora's face before she turned back to 'John'.

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