The Anglo-Allied Chief of Staff glanced up from his writing at Marechal Kling's announcement that yet another lost soul had joined the Parisian Mob, no doubt following the false promise of prosperity under the Corsican's Despotic rule. Certainly another victim to be sacrificed on the altar of his new master's unbridled ambition.
"Helga, please be a dear and bring me another bottle of Jagermeister when you get a chance", said the Hanoverian Guardsman to the lovely bar maid of which he had grown so fond, "and place the cost on Lt. Causse's tab. If he intends to contest our brave men on the field of battle, it is doubtful that he will live long enough to spend the contents of his purse anyway."
Welcome to the NWC, JD.
