The Marquess walked down the pathway his black boots clunking as his Armed forces great coat trailed as he ran under the cover of the verandah the guards at the door saluted him which he returned entering the establishment for the first time in months.
As he looked to the stairs leading up to were the Nobility wined and dined he made a sudden detour heading right into the public bar as he thought to himself. I think I might just have an evening with my fellow armed forces personal it couldn't hurt to indulge onself with the company of ones country men.
The Marquess ordered a Rheinland beer at the bar smiling as he took it from the Barman best of a bad bunch he thought to himself as he sat down in a lounge by the window staring at the lightning and the rain.
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