Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Othman]

Julio wasn't mistaken. This young beautiful lady was Teresa Chavez indeed, daughter of the great Elder Pedro.

He examined the polite motion carefully, while the words were dropping from her lips.

Next to him was sitting Raul who had already introduced himself to Teresa while combing his hair hastily. Julio involved in the speech after hearing the response from her, still flurried with drying his face.

''Greetings young lady, I am honored to have met you, my name is Julio Ibanez. Brothers mostly call me Julio.''

She smiled intimately as Julio continued to talk,

''Your father was a great leader and we are still in mourning after his loss. While our mourning, the remaining forces those who managed to survive are still retreating from Rheinland. I am still regretful not to have managed to save him that day. Losing the battle costed us Pedros.. I should have known that he knew it from the beginning..''

Being unsuccessful with finishing his last sentence he tried to conceal his sad tone but Teresa was aware of the situation. It wasn't the hardest thing to understand from Julios eyes and speech that he had a special fondness of Pedro.

Julio went on after a slight pause,

''He was a caring man, at least he cared for me in my young age. If he had not helped me out, my life would be a desperate one.. ''

Teresa seemed to feel bad for a moment.. Julio asked to himself, whether she felt pity for him or something different..

As Raul's coffee arrived, Julio seemed more resolute to end his speech and wait to hear from Teresa.

''So now you are here at Crete. We heard that you have been preparing your new ship for future assignments. I would be glad to help you with anything I can. Don't hesitate to ask for help if you really need a hand. And, welcome again, welcome to the Brotherhood..''

Julio thought deeply for a moment, his instinct told him exactly what he wanted to think.. Teresa was entrusted by Pedro to their care and Pedro was still watching them from somewhere..

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On the uncharted lagoons of anguish, I sail with a canoe made of my sins.