"Weight of the World"
5th of Glade, 122
5th of Glade, 122
A knock preceded Brenner's entrance into the guest suite currently occupied by Florian Albrecht.
"You missed breakfast." He noted, as he stepped through the doorway and then off to the side to make way for the footmen toting covered trays. "On the table by the window." He instructed with a clarifying nod of the head in that general direction, before his gaze returned to Florian.
"So I had them bring some up." Even in the comfort of his own home, there was an air of formality about the Air Commander, though he was in a suit rather than a uniform at the moment. He stepped toward the window in front of which footmen were setting the table and uncovering trays heaped with scrambled eggs, several kinds of sausage, sweet and savoury pastries, as well as sliced meats, cheeses and lox.
"Please." Brenner gestured for Florian to take a seat at the able. One of the servants pulled out a chair for Brenner, and then moved to do the same for Florian when he approached.
"I apologise that we haven't spoken much since our return. Coffee." A servant promptly poured a fresh cup from a silver pitcher and started to place it in front of Brenner, "For our guest, first." And then moved to oblige the command, before pouring another cup for the Air Commander.
"It seems we returned to rather a different Zaichaer than we left, but the good news is this may be to your benefit... I suspect it won't be long before the powers that be become the powers that were. New powers mean new priorities, and your arrest doesn't rate with those focused on the future. Now tell me..." He collected his coffee cup from its saucer and drew it to his lips for a quick sip.
"How do things stand between you and Air Commander Angevin?"