He uses the stones to make the pistol act like a boomerang and fly back towards her.
Now then, back to finding old Jar Jar supporters.
A project under long time development by Berkam is stalled, leading for them to request both the support of the Federal Government and Meiser aeronautics.
Jordan gives a big, toothless smile and makes approving gurgles.
Silvina bows slightly in return, straight-backed. "What a shame." She keeps pace with Wolfe easily. "We were told not to expect you for another three weeks at least, or Brother Anselm would have stayed to ferry you back."
“I had decided to leave early and get acclimated to the place. I’ve been to other country’s before but not that far away and as different from my own as it is.” The Guards escort the two across the crosswalk once the stoplight halts the busy streets, the two walking along the sidewalk past some street shops with the smell of fish and salt lingering through the air.
Silvina nods approvingly. "Her Holiness will appreciate that. Have you much practice with the language?"
“Unfortunately not, although I’ve got the English skills to hopefully get me by until I do.” The two turn a corner deeper in the the town. “Fun Fact, this isn’t a really Ruhmstadt. This is the connecting port town of Neuport, which is where many of the embassies tend to go.”
"That does explain why none of these streets are featured on my map. You'll want Spanish and Delphiniden translators until your language skills are up to speed."
Sorry for the slow responses I am experiencing brain uselessness disease
“Spanish translators are surprisingly easy to come by in Österreich, due to the Shavaran immigration. You can find some full on Shavaran neighborhoods in Ruhmstadt.” Hans notices the guards walk up to an office building and stop. As the two ambassador’s approach, the guards stop them and point to the left. “The embassy for the nation of Brethren is on the left, although some refurbishing is still being done on the inside,” one of the guards says. “Danke, Soldat,” Hans replies, opening the door to the embassy for Silvina.
Silvina enters the building and stows her luggage away in one corner. "You can find much the same thing on Brethren land. There are a few Ostarian neighbourhoods in Thriwich as well, all nekos of course." She looks around, taking stock of the place.
The oddly determined stranger is back, occupying the same table as before.
He brought lunch with him. Even Jordan looks offended by that.
“That’s rather expected. I myself don’t exactly like that many of my fellow Österreichers could oppress people like that. Although you may be happy to hear that some of the Unions in the Mötz region are preparing a lawsuit against the Segregationist states.” Hans and the guards walk into the building. There are a few couches, some offices to manage visa’s and passports, and a coffee machine in one of the corners. “Feel free to decorate as you like. Your office should be at the back of the building.”