A Budget Motel in Wien
A Day After the Start of the potential World War
"I do not think the Feds will come," Neal said, brushing off his boots before presenting himself in full wear Ostmarkian drab to his counterpart Karagh, a speaker of Tarusan.
"I do not think the Tarusans will come!" Karagh replied, buttoning up her own East European mock to fit in with the local style. "Do we have one who speaks Ostmarkische?" she wondered for the first time after being flung hard and fast on to this diplomatic mission.
"They say the world speaks Engwahlian with us," Neal replied, "but my report says a Fed is in tow speaking this . . UGH, OUCH, MEIN OUCH, THINE EARS-IN-THE COO . . "
". . Fine," Karagh replied, "at least there will be civilized tongues at play. Are you some kind of idiot Neil?"
Neill was busy, nodding, and packing way his Clover apparatus with a satellite link home to Caitekurke then. "Some kinda, you're kinda eh?" he replied, worrying then that the device might not link up in the frenzy of war. Regardless, the invitations for the Feds in Westernesse and the Empire in Tarusa had been sent and the Engwahlian man and Nievish Lass were set to meet in a casual Ostmarkian Cafeteria, a window to Eastern European curations, and hard seats not encouraging to sit too long.
When arrived Karagh ordered the Tarusans a chai tea while Neal ordered the Feds coffee. Karagh asked for a fruit drink boil herself, while Neal brought his own flask from the Nievishland.
A Day After the Start of the potential World War
"I do not think the Feds will come," Neal said, brushing off his boots before presenting himself in full wear Ostmarkian drab to his counterpart Karagh, a speaker of Tarusan.
"I do not think the Tarusans will come!" Karagh replied, buttoning up her own East European mock to fit in with the local style. "Do we have one who speaks Ostmarkische?" she wondered for the first time after being flung hard and fast on to this diplomatic mission.
"They say the world speaks Engwahlian with us," Neal replied, "but my report says a Fed is in tow speaking this . . UGH, OUCH, MEIN OUCH, THINE EARS-IN-THE COO . . "
". . Fine," Karagh replied, "at least there will be civilized tongues at play. Are you some kind of idiot Neil?"
Neill was busy, nodding, and packing way his Clover apparatus with a satellite link home to Caitekurke then. "Some kinda, you're kinda eh?" he replied, worrying then that the device might not link up in the frenzy of war. Regardless, the invitations for the Feds in Westernesse and the Empire in Tarusa had been sent and the Engwahlian man and Nievish Lass were set to meet in a casual Ostmarkian Cafeteria, a window to Eastern European curations, and hard seats not encouraging to sit too long.
When arrived Karagh ordered the Tarusans a chai tea while Neal ordered the Feds coffee. Karagh asked for a fruit drink boil herself, while Neal brought his own flask from the Nievishland.
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