Sun Mote Copse Can you feel the Schadenfreude?

He was not alone at the borders for long. The medic was left to contemplate for a few moments, only to see a pregnant woman barrelling towards him, tail curled over her back. His lips twitched at the sight of her. Round, in her second trimester most like, with stormy eyes, she was instantly a target for Bastian's...interests. He opened his mouth to greet her, only for Asherah to stride into the scene. Bastian's eyes alighted immediately. Guten tag, meine Fräulein, He smiled at the familiar form. She introduced him in a more positive light to the hostile female — Giana, was her name. I am glad to be meetink you, Fräulein Giana. Fräulein Asherah speaks zhe truth; zhere ist no need for hostilities.

It was not long before another woman joined them — he was going to be accepted here, he was going to have to get used to this constant influx of women — small and petite, her eyes piercing to his burning green. He sensed through her confident stride that she was of high rank. He focused his attentions to her completely, straightening himself up. Ah, hallo. I am Bastian Höffner, a Doktor. I am wishink to exchange my medical services for a place to be stayink in for zhe winter; but Fräulein Asherah has convinced me to join your ranks,