The halls click-clacked with the sound of pristine-soled cavalry boots, and soon enough the doors opened, as if by magic, to reveal the splendid visage of
Burgrave Von Sentrechtul, in all his Sunday morning best.
"Grüß Gott, fellow Liberals!"
The venerable Burgrave was, of course, not an actual Burgrave, don't be silly! Before the nobility was disrecognized 12 years ago, he was merely an Edler. But he was given the title colloquially by the men in his fraternity after buying the castle he had spent much of the war shooting at Frenchmen from, and turning it into a public house for down-on-their luck veterans. With the votes and good will of his fellow survivors of the Great War, the man proved to be surprisingly left-leaning and pro-union for a former officer of the Kaiser's Reich. While no longer really the aristocrat he used to be on account of rapid social changes, nobody seemed to care to remind him of this fact- The man's money was good anywhere in Germany simply because of how well loved he was among his fellow citizens!
"Well aren't you a polite young man!" The Burgrave said, messing the hair of the street urchin who had opened the doors for him, and reaching under his cape for a crisp 500 TRILLION MARK bill and pressing it into the confused and filthy hands of the lad, "Here you go, dear boy! Get yourself a penny candy!"
Little did he know, those marks were barely worth 5% of a penny altogether, and they would be worth 4% by the time the boy got to the store, but what the dear old fool didn't know wouldn't hurt him. With a cheery and oblivious smile on his beak, he strolled down the steps of the parliamentary chamber, whistling a little polka ditty as the little homeless squatter was chased around the building by security guards.
"My compliments to the new chancellor! Love what you've done with the place already. I cannot wait to discuss ze legislations!"
