11-10-2025, 01:06 PM
Bernadette Feinohr, Field Operative for the SASa foreign affairs unit, Maid at the Grand Yeudi Hotel
Feinohr awkwardly brings tea and a variety display of freshments including snacks to the conversation exuding tension for miles. She's witnessing history in the making, or at least the attempt of doing so. The eyes of the two people arguing pierce her like daggers. "Entschuldi- uhm, Excuse me djentlemen, I did not mean to intserrupt." Her greenhorn status was showing, she had to get out of the situation quickly, she did a small welcoming gesture and placed herself further away from the dangerous political games being played at the table. She sighed, positioned near a courtain barely within perceivable distance of the Yeudi and the Xsampan. She fiddled with her uniform and led a small cellphone to her ear, she pressed one, speeddialing the only number in the contacts. "Ja? Hier ist Bannerhafen."
Feinohr awkwardly brings tea and a variety display of freshments including snacks to the conversation exuding tension for miles. She's witnessing history in the making, or at least the attempt of doing so. The eyes of the two people arguing pierce her like daggers. "Entschuldi- uhm, Excuse me djentlemen, I did not mean to intserrupt." Her greenhorn status was showing, she had to get out of the situation quickly, she did a small welcoming gesture and placed herself further away from the dangerous political games being played at the table. She sighed, positioned near a courtain barely within perceivable distance of the Yeudi and the Xsampan. She fiddled with her uniform and led a small cellphone to her ear, she pressed one, speeddialing the only number in the contacts. "Ja? Hier ist Bannerhafen."