The Deserter

[Diana.Daymarova]

From up close, he appears even more cultivated. The way of his speech sounds convincing and friendly. It's definetly not the typical corsair dialect. Paula swallows the last bit of the sausage in order to make herself able to speak.

"I'm Paula. Paula Kirschner."

The answer sounds calm, not showing any sign of nervosity. Just like she intends it to be. Thirst dries her throat all of sudden. Maybe she could order some water. Nah, water wouldn't be that formal. She doesn't really like whiskey unlike the corsair. Rheinbier perhaps? She originates from rheinland, which is the reason why she finds beer tasty. But that is less formal too. Wine looks like a good choice to her.

"Excuse me. I'd like a glass of rosé, please."

She asks a bypassing barman. With a speed of an eye blink, the bevarages are brought to them. Paula glances at her glass and picks up the courage to question.

"And what is yours?"