The servant returned a few minutes later leading a tall man wearing a red and bone shirt in jaunty party color. He was solidly built with brown hair dark hair and with the kind of shadowed stubble that spoke of a love hate relationship with a razor. A heavy broadsword was belted around his waist with a plain and clearly well used hilt wrapped in leather as well as a brace of pistols and the hilt of a dagger poked from the top of his long cavalry style boots. His fingers and hands were calloused speckled with black flecks and small burns and his eyes were light blue and sparkled with mirth.

The servant opened his mouth to introduce the man but the fellow simply stepped through the door and peered around the room appreciatively.

[b]"Nice place,"[/b] he commented in a vaugley Reikland sounding accent before plucking an apple from the left overs of last night meal and taking a crunching bite. The serveant cleared his throat irritably.

[b]"Marquess may I..."[/b] the servant began only to be once again interrupted as the stranger burst into laughter, spraying bits of half chewed apple.

[b]"Marquess is it?! Shallya's bleeding tits, the boys no more a Marquess than I am a Priest!"[/b] The servant hurumphed in irritation and tried again, his face flushing.

[b]"Captain Reiner I hardly think..."[/b]

[b]"That's right, you do hardly think, now buttle off and polish your baton or whatever it is you do when the grown ups are talking hey?" [/b]Reiner responded, picking up a pitcher of ale and taking an experimental sip from the neck. He nodded in approval and took a second much larger gulp before setting the half eaten apple down on the table. The servant muttered something and turned and strode of, shaking his head in disapproval.

[b]"Sorry,"[/b] Reiner went on, wiping his hand on the table cloth to remove the apple juice and sticking his hand out to Cydric.

[b]"I'm Alois Reiner, Cydric Becker I take it?"[/b]

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