The Portside Embassy

[Eberhardt_Kämpfer]

The man, Michael Hermann, walks towards the bar, taking out a tissue and wiping some sweat off his forehead. He had just sent the crew of the Wallgau away for the night so they could get some rest and Michael himself does feel a little tired from a day on the good ol' ship. He is in full military dress, as it is custom for a commander of a gunboat, even in the more relaxed aktivist rank of the VWA. He puts the

As he walk in he recognises the group with Kommandant Eistochter and makes it his target, but then he does end up getting pulled towards the bar first. Michael does look rather confused and clumsy as he changes direction twice, undecided where to go first. He finally ends up at the bar. "Abend, Barkeep', would you pass me a vogtland Weiss please. In a little hurry dutch, we will talk later. Really wanna catch the story time in the corner over there. "

As he gets his beer he wizzes off towards his usual spot; actually next to the table leaning against the window, looking out of it. It normally gives him time to think and plan as he looks at the light blue giant Holstein.

As he approaches the window he tips his hat towards the Kommandant and then leans back to enjoy the story. "Oh, Erich's story it is tonight; so very similiar to mine" he thinks to himself.

Michael takes a sip and finally feels a little refreshed. He waits for the conversation to finish so he can come in with one of his quirky one-liners that his crew loves him for or maybe he should just ask what the conversation topic is first. "A smile from Kommandant Eistochter, thats a rare sight" he thinks to himself again.

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VWA Aktivist Michael Hermann