Rafael engaged several of the officers in the hall with small talk. They discussed the Falschirmtruppen, which Rafael was extremely fascinated in. He was aware Feld Marschal Göring had designed the Fallschirmjäger based on his observations of Soviet Paratroopers during inspections of the Russian Army in 1933.<br/><br/>"They drop the truppen at above drei hundert metres (300m/900ft) and their parachutes deploy by a static line aboard the transport aircraft," a luftwaffe officer described the process used to deliver a light infantry (jägers) formation from air to ground in a brief amount of time. "Major-General Kurt Student commanded the 7th Flieger (Air) Division During Operation Fall Weiß just a few months ago. Although, they never performed an airdrop during the Polish campaign, they did ferry a battalion of Fallschirmjägers during one of their operations."<br/><br/>"Do  you know if there are any plans to deploy the Fallschirmjägers for future operations, Herr Oberst?" Rafael smiled at the Luftwaffe Colonel.<br/><br/>The Colonel looked at the Hungarian Gestapo officer in the eye, gave a slight smile, cool in effect, "Herr Kriminalrat? Are you trying to test my ability to keep state secrets?" The two men laughed about this.<br/><br/>"Ja wohl, Herr Oberst!" Rafael smiled at the Air Force Colonel. "Sehr gut mein, herr. Waren Sie gut!" [tr.: Yes, Colonel! Very good, sir. You did well."<br/><br/>"Well if you would excuse me Herr Kriminalrat," the colonel smiled and walked away from Gestapo Officer Halasz.<br/><br/>Rafael drank his beer. He finished off the heavy glass and returned to the bar for another. He overheard a conversation between two Gestapo officers.<br/><br/>"You realize it was thirteen years ago today," the Bavarian Captain remarked.<br/><br/>"Seriously?" The Saxon Lieutenant was incredulous. "Die Fuhrer doesn't believe anyone will try to make another attempt on his life today, does he?"<br/><br/>"Herr Himler is paranoid about just such a thing. He has beefed up security around the Fuhrer just to watch for another attempt on his life." The Captain went on. "But the key thing about the 1926 event, was that it helped to propel the Fuhrer's fame and notoriety. He eliminated all of his opposition after that event."<br/><br/>"But he spent time in Jail! He wrote Mein Kampf! How could that make him so famous?"<br/><br/>"Well, he stood up for what he believed in. He fought for the German people. He united us hard working Germans and eliminated the upper crust, the Bourgeoisie, if I may."<br/><br/>"Ja, a brilliant man. A brilliant man, indeed." The Lieutenant looked at the investigators now standing behind him. He offered a grim smile, "Heil Hitler!" raised his right hand, receive the appropriate response and walked away.<br/><br/>"You know Herr Kriminalkommissar, I was just thinking the same thing," Rafael addressed the Bavarian Captain.<br/><br/>"Pardon me?" The man turned and looked at the fellow Gestapo officer. "Have we met, Herr Kriminalrat?"<br/><br/>"Rafael Halasz," he clicked his heels and offered a slight bow, one a Prussian might offer.<br/><br/>"Your accent? are you Hungarian?" The Kommissar could spot an accent quite accurately.<br/><br/>"Yes, indeed, my good man."<br/><br/>"As a Hungarian, what are your thoughts about the Austrians and the Nazi party?"<br/><br/>"I have thoroughly embraced the cause. Die Fuhrer is a brilliant man as the Kriminalobersekretär stated. He is a magnanimous character filled with charisma. Everyone wants to be near him. He holds the center of attention in his fist. He owns it. He is a man to be respected and feared."<br/><br/>Rafael went on, "as far as my Hungarian roots, I believe every Hungarian wants to prove that they still want to remain friends with the Austrians and Germans. We tend to be a bit suspicious of the Silesians and Romanians, but the German friendship serves us well," Rafael smiled about the Czech Remark.<br/><br/>"And the Bohemians, Herr Kriminalrat?"<br/><br/>Once again, Inspector Halasz snapped to attention, clicking his heals and raising his right arm, "Heil Hitler!"<br/><br/>"Yes, of course, Heil Hitler!" Both men were well aware that their fuhrer was Bohemian. Even Rafael, who was merely trying to conceal his cover, would not fall into that trap. The Kommissar raised his glass and quipped, "to Adolf Hitler!"<br/><br/>Rafael clinked glasses with the man, "to Adolf Hitler!" Several others in the immediate vicinity raised their glasses to support the toast. Rafael downed the beer in one pull; half a liter all at once. "Excuse me, Herr Kommissar." He then proceeded to purchase a third beer from the barman.<br/><br/>It was at that time, that he noticed the presence in the beer hall of one of the underlords, a demon spawn from hell. When Erlind and Isolde walked past him, he immediately recognized him from earlier as well as their past. The young woman nodded to him. He returned the gesture. She hung to the demon's arm. Rafael touched Isolde's arm as they passed blessing her quickly. Hopefully, it would be sufficient to protect her immortal soul.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The Demon shifted his gaze towards him, enough to take a mental note of his form. He furrowed his eyebrows, and the hues of Hellfire shined through his eyes. There was a slight smirk playing on his face as he lead Isolde immediately away. 'I was expecting you, old friend. Was about time you got a haircut'. Erlind mentally thought, projecting the idea onto the world, for his one and only rival to hear.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Friends we are not, Osmodeus. Kings of congeniality we shall be. I suggest you leave the witch be. She is taken, not for your dark hands. As for my hair, that can return to its beautiful form whenever I will it.'</span><br/><br/>Rafael walked away from where their brief contact occurred and sought more disturbing conversations with the wretches of this hotel.<br/><br/>It was several minutes later when he noticed a woman enter the hotel. By this time, the witch Isolde had left long before. The Demon was entertaining himself with several of his hirelings. When this new woman entered, there was something about her that didn't fit well with the assembled group of Nazis. This woman had a golden aura about her. He recognized it instantly. It was similar to the one the demon would have recognized him with. He identified her as a good person and a healer. He was curious about the woman, but did not want to approach Asmodai again. He would remain secluded in the corner, observing. He still waited to see Hitler enter the room. It was not time.