Hawkeye shook his brother’s hand politely. Elletra was finding it to ignore the stark differences between the two siblings, despite their obvious similarities. The firm jawline and strong brow, the matching weapons – they simply highlighted how far apart the two young men were.

The brother was well-muscled, strong and confident as he gestured quickly between the Minister and Hawkeye. Her Martese, slow in returning, caught only Hawkeye’s murmured and restrained response.

Hawkeye was finding his stride as the elegant young nobleman, giving an almost unnoticeable nod at Elletra. His brother smiled indulgently and switched back to English.

“I apologise, Minister, but perhaps we can continue this conversation later? My brother is newly arrived in town, and our family have not yet had a chance to greet each other.”

If the Minister was confused by the sudden change in language, he didn’t show it.

“By all means, Dieter. Cigars and brandy afterwards – we’d love to have you join us, Baron.”

Dieter led them away.