"You Sirian dogs... There's nothing that I will do to betray my friends and the Roi." the pilot spoke in a very condescending manner.
"Do you honestly believe that the Armee won't be going to stage an assault to rescue their pilots? All I need to do is wait, Bretonian. Unless you release me, then they might be more lenient. It all depends on you, dog."
She remained in her seat, glancing around the room on occasion with the intent of causing mischief or trying to stage an escape.
"You can bark all you want, this will only move forward if you won't overstay the chance to earn yourself the Roi's mercy, monsieur."
