Hmmm, the Hanoverian Officer thinks to himself as he follows the furtive glance of the French General of Tirailleurs. His eyes narrow just a bit as the French officer's gaze settles on his beloved bottle of Jagermeister. Could it be, he puzzles? No, surely not, the French constitution cannot well tolerate a beverage so powerful. Still, he thinks as he recognizes the anticipation lurking in the Frenchman's eyes.
The subtle sliding of papers across the tabletop in his direction does not go unnoticed either. The briefest glance confirms his suspicion of their nature, as he has often seen them proffered before by Marechal Bardon and General Knox. Looking at the papers, and then back again to the focused gaze of his French companion, he begins to grin as an old, but ever present, thought flashes across his mind. Glancing down at the table leg beside his chair, he confirms the presence of the Anglo-Allied brief always carried by the Army's Chief of Staff. Well aware of the contents of the brief, he begins to smile in a most friendly manner.
"General Schmidgall, my apologies sir. It would seem that I have been remiss in my hospitality today. Would you be so kind as to share this bottle of Jagermeister with me? The consumption of it is so much more enjoyable when shared with such good company as yourself. Helga, a clean glass for the good, French General please. He and I have much to discuss, and we are bound to develop a mighty thirst while doing so,"
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