The elegant captain, Reinhardt, held a large mug of draft beer as he picked up his communicator to contact an old friend.
"Hi, my dear. I heard your Black Society has had some big news recently. The Admiral of the Sea, Yan Dao Lin, has actually been suspended from all his duties. You know, my curiosity is stronger than a cat's. I really want to know what kind of mistake he made."
WHOOSH~
The message was sent.
Reinhardt continued to savor the fragrant aroma of his beer.
This brew, "fermented" from sea fish, tasted identical to one made from wheat, yet it was hundreds of times cheaper. It had a certain approachable feeling to it.
"Go, tell Old Cohen that we'll buy the bootleg intel on the Xirang. Put five Pure Dome Crystals on our tab for now. I'll deliver them to him personally when we get back to the Twelve Stars."
"Yes, Captain."
Twilight, carried on the sea breeze, gently swayed the fragmented reflections in the water.
