"Well met Lt. Moyal," says a Hanoverian Lt. Colonel as he rises from his seat. "I have long been wondering if La Grande Armee was still recruiting. You are the first young officer I have seen for your army in quite some time. A most fortuitous event, as my young Hanoverian wolves were in dire need of some fresh meat."
"I am glad to hear that you excelled in your studies at L'Ecole Militaire. I personally admire a good, French student who takes the teachings of disorder, rout and surrender to heart. No doubt, you will have many opportunities to perfect these tactics once you enter into battle with some of our fine, Allied officers."
"I thank you in advance for buying the first round. As for me, twelve shots of Jagermeister should be a good start. Not quite as filling as the cask of ale regularly consumed by your Marechal Bardon on such occasions, but packing quite a punch nonetheless."
"And now for a proper toast," says the Lt. Colonel as he raises his glass in the air. "May your defeats always be spectacular, may the disintegration of your command under fire be unrivaled, and may your beloved Emperor swiftly achieve his glorious destiny as a captive on a British prison barge moored off the coast of Gibraltar!"
Welcome to the NWC Paul!
