After Kristof excused himself from the conversation, Annika leaving with him, Udo felt a little disappointed. It was a shame that little chat had to end so soon. Normally, he’d think it rude, considering he had yet to find out what the man had wanted from him, for someone to just up and leave. He had meant what he said about Kristof being decent company, at least in the sense that he saw no reason to dislike the guy. But he supposed it was starting to get a little late. Perhaps they would see each other again in the morning and pick up where they left off.<br/><br/>He pulled his pocket watch out and checked the time to confirm.<br/><br/>Everything was starting to die down a bit now. Excitement still lingered in the air but it was dull and slowly but surely the crowd was dwindling. All that remained were a few people, obviously night owls, standing around chatting and a few people drunk at the bar, muttering things about the future of Germany and the Führer. He thought he had seen a few people he recognized, but didn’t really feel compelled to make any attempts to start a conversation. They were already immersed in their own anyway and didn’t seem to be paying any attention to his presence.<br/><br/>That said, though he wasn’t feeling the least bit tired, Udo figured that this was as good of a time as any to go ahead and call it a night. He took another swallow of his drink. The alcohol would help ease his restless state, and perhaps he’d get a decent night’s rest before his trip back to Berlin. Once he had enough, only leaving about one fourth of the glass left, he waved someone over to dispose of it for him and went off down the hall toward where he would be staying.<br/><br/>While he was walking, he overheard a peculiar conversation:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“You’re aware that I am not what I seem to be, I can read it in your eyes. And while I know it seems rather senseless for me to voluntarily spend the night in a hotel full of Nazi’s there was something within me, a gut instinct if you will, that forced me to journey here through the snow, that encouraged me to coerce the guards into letting me through the door.”</span><br/><br/>Udo quietly and carefully put his ear to the door and listened in. Normally, he’d have thought nothing of the conversation and continued on his way. Not only was it rude to eavesdrop, he didn’t have any business listening into this. It felt kind of wrong, more than he wanted to admit, and every part of him wanted to turn away. On the other hand if he felt that something was off then that was more than enough of a reason to stick around. Or was it? Maybe he was just imagining thing and should leave…<br/><br/>No. There really was something slightly off and soon enough he found out what that reason was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“I’m not sure how well versed you are in Jewish lore Sir but my master, a retired Rabbi who took me in after I was orphaned left me this book after he passed. There are things written in here that I never dreamed existed outside of Rabbinical teachings and the old wives tales the old women tell around the fire during Yom Kippor.”</span><br/><br/>Everything said after that became a jumbled mess in Udo’s mind just then. He could have sworn he hard heard Erlind’s voice as well and his curiosity became even more piqued. But that was soon gone. let out an involuntary sound of disgust, unable to believe that someone like her, someone so<span style="font-style: italic">filthy</span>would dare to be here. Somewhere deep down, he did admire her bravery, but she had no business here. She was a Jew. She was the one true enemy of the Aryan Master Race and she must be eliminated. There was no place for the likes of her in Germany’s future and he would show her the consequences of her mistake in coming here tonight.<br/><br/>A little before the conversation ended, Udo entered the room. The moment his gaze fell upon the woman, his eyes were filled with nothing but disgust and hate. He would have went right for her, but he became aware of his surroundings and noticed there appeared to be a gathering, Erlind was here and Kristof as well and the odd part was that nobody aside from him seemed to care that there was a Jew in the presence of Nazis. That was most strange. But he just ignored any confusion he had toward the situation and kept focused on the woman. He was out for blood and that was all that mattered to him.<br/><br/>“A rat has slipped in,” he said calmly, his tone laced with malice. Not once did he take his eyes off the woman. “We can’t have that, now can we?”<br/><br/>The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift slightly just then as well. Little did he know, he was about to play part in something huge. Most if not all of the pieces were now in place and it was only a matter of time before everything was set into motion.