"...We must cut off their bear claws attempting to dominate the Eastern region and drive them out of the Near East..."
Marshal Saint Arno and Baron Lagren reached a consensus on the depiction of the Russian Empire, and both burst into laughter, which prompted all the officers inside the camp entrance to laugh along with their commanders.
After the laughter subsided, Marshal Saint Arno and Baron Lagren raised their glasses once more, and the crimson liquid within shimmered back and forth with a crisp clink, then drained completely.
After several rounds of drinks, the slightly tipsy Baron Lagren explained to Marshal Saint Arno that the British Army could not engage in high-intensity combat in the short term.
