"What? They're not going to drink it? Sounds like a waste to me." Sebastian replied, but it was more a farce than anything. He figured this person, a High Elf from what Russell was told him, was a shrewd business man. They would have to tread carefully. Particularly if this person could give them an in road to speak with the King himself. Sebastian turned his head just enough to make eye contact with the Corporal when he implicated that they must've hit the jackpot. "Yes, that means we have to play our cards particularly close to our chest. He'll be used to Negotiations." Sebastian stated. The Lt. was a bit concerned on the talking part. He was never a politican, nor did he have the talent of slinging bull like a lot of the upper officers. He wanted to be known for his deeds, and not his words.<br/><br/>As the High beckoned for them to follow along, Sebastian motioned for the Sarge to come up. "allow the men to get out of vehicles. they can look around the square, but that is it. I want everyone in sight of everyone else. Also, the locals will be curious, allow them too approach, but not to close. You know, as well as I, that the STYRKER is going to get attention, particularly from the Children. Be Kind, and respectful, and make sure the others know to behave. The Higher-ups didn't give me bail money." Sebastian joked. "Yes Sir." The Sarge stated before Sebastian, Jesse, and Davis started to follow the Lord.<br/><br/>They were led up one of the main roads, the people continuing to gawk, and stare at the three individuals. Sebastian started to notice that most of the attention was directed towards Private Mitchells, and began to wonder if he had been mistaken earlier about the status of women in this world. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the Girl, Niko, walking rather close to Jesse. His thoughts mirrored Russell's, but it was more curiosity than anything else. Course, there could be other reasons, but none were coming to his mind at the moment. As they walked, Namos carried himself with a dignity, and air of true nobility. Adding validity to Russell's hypothesis.<br/><br/>Soon, they would reach a very large Manor towards the outskirts of town. It's architecture was very similar to the rest of the town, but it was also more richly taken care off. The gardens were beautiful, and lovingly trimmed. There were also rich beautiful blue flowers growing that made Sebastian think of Texas Blue Bonnets. Sometimes it paid to be the son of a Florist, hence his middle name of "Rose".<br/><br/>Manor:<br/>(http://si.wsj.net/public/resources/images/OB-YK788_x1hodn_H_20130805102210.jpg)<br/><br/>The Blue Flower in the Gardens:<br/>(http://www.oakheightsdental.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/texasbluebonnet.jpg)<br/><br/>Though for Sebastian, one of the biggest surprises was what was waiting for them at the gate. A beautiful Bunny Girl in a French Maid outfit! Be still his fluttering heart, the sight actually caused Sebastian to nearly trip over his own feet. He quickly tried to regain his composure, but couldn't help his wandering eye. She was certainly a tall drink of water with Legs that simply wouldn't stop. He had to bit the inside of his mouth to prevent a whimper of approval from slipping out. Though it was quickly evident that the Woman was annoyed about something, but a soft word from the High Elf, and she was placated.<br/><br/>The Mayor ushered them passed the gate, and into the garden, Sebastian saw Russell speaking with the Rabbitwoman, and smirked. It would seem that the Corporal was thinking ahead. Once inside the grand foyer, a elderly common elf quickly approached. "<em>Welcome Home, Mayor Namos. I trust your visit into the town was enjoyable.</em>The Elf said as he took the Mayor's outerwear. Though when the Butler saw the three soldiers, he had no idea what he would be needing to take from them. It looked like whatever it was that they were wearing was very heavy. The two Dark elves excused themselves to continue their other duties around the House.<br/><br/>The moment that Sebastian entered the home, He unclasped his chin strap on his kevlar helmet, and pulled his off, and tucked it underneath his left arm. Revealing a mop of brown hair that needed to see a barber. He ran a gloved hand through his hair to wipe away the sweat. Though the biggest shocker was his Ears. Unlike any elf race, all of which had long knife like Ears, The ears of humans looked stumpy, almost deformed.