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

[Wolfs Ghost]

While she was looking away, John picked up the glass. Apparently it was hers, he shrugged a bit and took a sip and winced slightly. She was right about it being stronger than the sidewinder Fang. When she looked back over he sat the glass back down and smiled gently. "Bloody thing is better than what I ordered."

He reached for the glass once more and waved the bartender over. "Lad, think you can get me some of this?" The bartender nodded and wandered off to get another of whatever this mysterious golden drink was. "So, I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves." He said turning his attention back on the Rheinwehr officer.

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