"Lion's, wolves, badgers and bears," Mendel folded his arms. "Between you and me, just poetic trash from the latest holo-movie trailer. No, I am looking for a man who actually has the balls to get the job done, and isn't as thick as two short planks of wood." Mendel walked to glass shelves on one of the walls, running his finger along the spines of the books, before pulling one out.
"Jane's Warships, let's test that general knowledge of yours," he opened the book up to a random page. "The Legate, pride of the Corsair fleet. An easy one for a Red Hessian I think... I would hope at least. I mean, they do have a knack for getting drunk and doing three laps around Crete singing Bavarian drinking songs and snorting pretzels."
He snorted, "Tell me everything you know about a Legate."
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