Elberhard slouches into the tavern, looking dishevelled, downcast and the worse for wear. He notices his brother Hans, with his head buried in a scroll, and turns away awkwardly.
He approaches the barkeep and orders two pints, sending one over to his brother, with his compliments. His own pint he picks up and admires, as if he has just been re-acquainted with a long lost friend who has done well for himself.
Just as Elberhard is about to savour his first sip, the portly Diet Speaker waddles into the bar and accousts the Prinz.
"@#$%^&!!!ing @#$%^&!!!, I don't believe it!" curses his Elberhard and reluctantly he follows the Speaker out of the tavern, giving a sad backwards gance at the pint of ice cold lager sitting untouched on the bar.
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