Antracian Strife

“Give him bread, you feed a man for a day. Give him one of our rifles, you feed him for his entire life.” - sign in front of one of the ZHI retail store being built.

On the hotel

“So we got the job. Great. I knew it was wise to leave that with Rob and John.” Said Ralf, leader of the Drakkengardi troops, as Pops shared the news with him.

“Pity about the toys… Mike was drooling when i showed him the ZHI catalog, and since i happen to have a well placed cousin on the capital store… If the need arise, just say so.
A month… Don´t worry. They´ll be ready before that. And there is always some war somewhere to do a little freelance. Human nature, y´know…
That said, call me when we go for the recon. I´ll ready something good for that”
He continued, and then he left to share the news with his troops.

OCC: First, sorry for the delay, and second yes, his first name is Vajk.

“-Comrade Braan?”-started Vajk-“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Havasi Vajk, from the Lazlowian Communist Party. This is my <guide>. Can I speak with you privately?”

He took his passport out and handed it over to prove his identity.

Briefly checking the passport, Braan handed it back with something approaching a smile on his face.

“Yes, of course, please, come inside.”

Braan led the men into a cool back room, where there was a table and some seats.

“Please, sit down. Can I get you anything? Or would you prefer to cut to the chase?”

Braan chuckled, seating himself opposite the men.