06-02-2016, 12:08 AM
Jat gave the Heklocharisian an intrigued look as the latter finished his explanation. "Ha, so that's how you plan to enter the world stage? Well, should my government consider this a formal invitation?" he asked Martin.
"Most certainly not. You should know that the Imperial Government always uses official channels," came the quick reply. With that, Martin pushed back his chair and rose.
"Not even going to stay for a drink, Martin?"
"No, Mr. Karlson, perhaps...perhaps another day," Martin said with just a slight hint of regret in his voice. "I've conducted my business, and now I must go. Goodday."
With that the Heklocharisian nodded and turned, walking in a straight line to the door. Jat watched him leave, somewhat instinctively glanced at his watch, and then decided that it was time for those oysters and a beer. He made his way over to the bar, taking the place that had recently been vacated by what appeared to be a sentient bear. To his left was the oyster-eating man in the midst of a conversation with another man who was sipping beer - it was the bartender who he was most interested in speaking with however.
"Hello, could I have a dozen oysters on the half and..." he glanced over at the beer, "...what's that he's drinking?"
"Most certainly not. You should know that the Imperial Government always uses official channels," came the quick reply. With that, Martin pushed back his chair and rose.
"Not even going to stay for a drink, Martin?"
"No, Mr. Karlson, perhaps...perhaps another day," Martin said with just a slight hint of regret in his voice. "I've conducted my business, and now I must go. Goodday."
With that the Heklocharisian nodded and turned, walking in a straight line to the door. Jat watched him leave, somewhat instinctively glanced at his watch, and then decided that it was time for those oysters and a beer. He made his way over to the bar, taking the place that had recently been vacated by what appeared to be a sentient bear. To his left was the oyster-eating man in the midst of a conversation with another man who was sipping beer - it was the bartender who he was most interested in speaking with however.
"Hello, could I have a dozen oysters on the half and..." he glanced over at the beer, "...what's that he's drinking?"