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

[Lafiel]

Lafiel stood wondering to herself as she observed everyone if she should make it a common occurence to open the function room one night per week for such joys to the people. She sighed both at the foreseen people all advising her against such a thing but most at the sight of her chief of staff who she still hadn't learnt his name it was most probably some important issue but it could surely wait till later this evening now was not the appropriate time she had more or less just arrived she saw an opening in the scantly spread people present this evening and took it as fast as she could a gentle walk hiding behind people with her back to the chief of staff.

She suddenly saw one of the faces she had seen earlier from her little place in the room it was one of about four bretonian faces that hadn't been standing lined from the landing pad through the embassy. So there was a good chance that it was one of the two agents especially as he was speaking to a rheinland girl this could only be the male voiced agent that she had heard over the comm system. She smiled suddenly as she turned her head back the chief of staff had suddenly found himself occupied talking to someone it was her chance to get over to the bar were these two people were standing and even if they weren't the people she thought they were it would be at least someone she could chat to.

Lafiel Agile and graceful manouvered around the various people till she had arrived in front of them unnoticed they seem to be in some kind of a drinking contest. She placed her empty glass upon the bar top and the barman cleared it away with a slight bow to her she suddenly found herself with another drink that she hadn't wanted of a name she had no idea. "I um....what..", Lafiel began to say in questioning why he had given her another drink he smiled beaming and made an apt attempt to predict Lafiel's words he spoke with his thick accent, "Eiswein meine Gr?fin. It is a special drink rheinland is most famous for." Lafiel gestured the bartender to repeat himself as he did so Lafiel stopped him at the end of his own language. She puzzled over the words for a moment breaking them up in her head Eis wein meine Gr?fin and repeated them back to him in english, "Ice wine and then you said my countess didn't you Gr?fin is the word for Countess yes?" The bartender complimented her, "Sehr gut indeed Countess you are correct. I believe you might like ice wine for it is very sweet a type of dessert wine I did hear along the grape vine that you liked sweet drinks."

Lafiel's cheeks went a light shade of pink at the bartenders compliment her gaze moved from the bartenders to the wine glass which she picked up. Self concious that her cheeks were positively glowing against her pale complexion like a beacon she pushed forwards though self concious she may be to speak to the lady in the green dress and her slightly disheveled companion. "Guten Abend, Good evening to you both. Whose aquantaince may I have the pleasure of making." Lafiel's tone was soft and almost melodical as she looked both of them in the eyes as she spoke.

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