As the private tapped on the tablet in her hand, he looked back at her and she shook her head, afterwards lifting it and scanning the halls. Looking back at Albert he gave a shake of his head. " 'M afraid I never heard 'f them. Or that particular title."
edited 19th Aug '16 9:53:32 AM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен"Ah- where 're our manners?", he gave a short flourish. He extends a gloved hand towards Albert and gave a small nod. "Osvald Stahl. With a silent 'h'.", aiming to give a firm handshake. "And this—", motioning to the private with his free hand.
The private gave a small bow, a hand raised halfway before it went back to her side. "Liman Dunkenstahl, s-sir."
Osvald turns back to Albert, tapping at his mask. "Pardon these— our bodies are still adjusting to the air here."
всегда веренOmar: A philisophical question for the ages. Can one ever have enough gun?
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Turax: ~is come across and look Omar over for a moment before nodding at him~
"Omar."
edited 19th Aug '16 9:17:57 AM by LeChuck4