Post by willem on Oct 26, 2008 8:20:13 GMT -5
willem stands up, flattens his cravat to his chest, and pulls down his waist coat. "please, ladies and gentleman, if i may..."
the tavern comes to a halt, even the young lady serving drinks has stopped taking her orders. witch hunters have that kind of effect on people. the power vested in us is near absolute. karl franz has instituted a policy of burn first and ask questions later. in times of war it is what we need.
"i am aware that some of you here have taken up such minor indulgences as wine and the occasional hay roll," sidelong glance at the serving girl, "but as you are aware, there is a war on, and i would like to remind us all here to remember that our children and our homes are in danger. the foul stench from the north grows ever closer! we must remain diligent and resolute against the enemy!"
the gathered company looks at each other nervously. this guy does know this regiment is the "last laugh" doesnt he? surely he doesn't mean to preach the whole time?
"but," willem continued, "there are times when celebrations are called for and if i may say i am very glad to make each and all of your acquaintances...BOTTOMS UP!" with that willem up-ends his glass of fine imported wine, to the delite and cheers and his comrades.
the tavern comes to a halt, even the young lady serving drinks has stopped taking her orders. witch hunters have that kind of effect on people. the power vested in us is near absolute. karl franz has instituted a policy of burn first and ask questions later. in times of war it is what we need.
"i am aware that some of you here have taken up such minor indulgences as wine and the occasional hay roll," sidelong glance at the serving girl, "but as you are aware, there is a war on, and i would like to remind us all here to remember that our children and our homes are in danger. the foul stench from the north grows ever closer! we must remain diligent and resolute against the enemy!"
the gathered company looks at each other nervously. this guy does know this regiment is the "last laugh" doesnt he? surely he doesn't mean to preach the whole time?
"but," willem continued, "there are times when celebrations are called for and if i may say i am very glad to make each and all of your acquaintances...BOTTOMS UP!" with that willem up-ends his glass of fine imported wine, to the delite and cheers and his comrades.
