Gottfried looks up as his name is called. For an instant, a disappointed look flashes on his face as he fumbles into his coat for a suitable bookmark. Finding none, he gives a light sigh and closes his book - putting it into a pocket inside his coat. Fixing his collar as he stands up, Gottfried calmly walks towards the office - his heavy miner boots clicking loudly with each step.
"Greetings Comrade," he said, with a light Rheinlandish accent, "Gottfried Verlanger reporting."
He gives a stiff armed salute and then stands at attention.
