<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.counter-currents.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/WilliamJoyce.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Investigate (+4d6): 4, 6, 2, 1, looking to see what they want as a bride.<br/><hr/><br/>It was all he could do to not break down from the flash of one of his ‘others’ memories, with a long heavy drag on his cigarette he pushed them away and focused on the here and now. He dropped his cigarette onto the ground and stubbed it out with his boot.<br/><br/><em>I’d kill for some proper pipe tobacco.</em>He thought to himself as he returned to the problem at hand.<em>Or a box of bloody cigars.</em>He shook he head as he turned back to the Germans. He looked over the men as he rubbed his scar, talking to them in fluent German.<br/><br/>“I imagine ..resourceful men like yourselves trade in more than mere goods, though I imagine I could see my way to .. assist you in a few consumables.” He looked them over, paying note to what they had spoken of as he pulled out an unopened pack of cigarettes. “Would you gentlemen have a preference to what you’d like?” He pulled an unopened pack of cigarettes out, as well as his money clip; wondering which they wanted more.