Dinner at the Inn

James placed his tray across the table from Julien's as he sat down in the opposite chair from his twin. James broke some crackers in his soup as he watched his brother survey the common room, more carefully than he usually did, James noted.

"So...what's eating you, Julien?" James asked, as he picked up the spoon.

"Hmm?...Oh, nothing just something that made me a bit uneasy earlier."

"The Veertorian captain?"

"Well, not her exactly...wait she's Veertorian?"

"She's not even disguising her accent. Also when she started away from the table she began with her left foot. She is or was military. I'd say she'd be someone on that big general's staff."

"And you negotiated with her?"

"Most of what I said was for the other Captain. I was disappointed he turned us down. For a moment he had a wistful look to his eyes, one of those 'If I were only ten fifteen years younger.'"

Julien had stopped listening halfway through that though as the door to the Inn had opened and in walked a very pretty, and very frazzled, red head.

James noticed Julien's distraction. "What's up?"

Julien didn't answer as the red head walked quickly towards the ladies room.

A moment later the two military bruisers from the Hammer and Anvil came in the door.

Julien's eyes narrowed. "James, be ready, just in case."