<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/3bfaeb75dbcce83bfc397be0f8c47baa.jpg)</div><strong>Xanatov Itugen</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nZc8QUdk9LCbRhWohfuYEkG-X01vvibwqNY9pRV1Noo/edit)<br/><br/>Several things happened at once.<br/><br/>The barmaid came  up from one side with a fresh drink for Katarina.  The nobleman sat down at her other side.  He casualty snatched the drink away and tossed it out over her shoulder.  (Perhaps to his credit, he made the contemptuous gesture without splashing any one.)  “Have more respect for yourself girl.”<br/><br/>He pulled out an expensive flask of strong, smooth amesac and put it down on the table between them just as the barkeep was advancing cautiously with the two carefully cleaned glasses Xanatov had paid him two night's wage for.<br/><br/>“You're Katarina Serkova of the Imperial Navy, finest pilot in your class.  You are a warrior and a survivor.  You deserve better than this swill.”<br/>