D-R-09 Vogtland Station, Dresden
3/16/825 AS, 17:50 He was scared, angry, and likely to stack on more stress. I should've stood up forward, shoulders back, but instead I just kept there leaning against the side frame; only putting my head up. I decided a commanding tone would only scare him a bit more, so I spoke a bit casually, well, I think to most that know me - it's casual. The guard stood in front of him, turned around and eyed me so he could see.
No one's going to kill you, professor. We're not unworldly savages, we're moving you for now to make sure you don't get killed, something's happened recently; and if anything happens to you - the blame will fall on me and our image. So, for now, I need you to trust me, you'll be allowed back once things have calmed down. Does that sound better?
I didn't hold back my accent, I thought maybe the Bretonian would make me appear a bit more trustworthy. His mouth went shut once he turned and heard me spoke.
415? The guard muttered to me.
Yes, and tell them to checkup on my ship.
Understood, General.
I stood up now, giving hand signals to the guards and taking a bit of the Professors luggage. He gave me an astonished look, maybe because the luggage was a bit heavy, and I picked it up so easily - I couldn't tell either way. I turned back, looking at him again.
Come along now, it won't be a very long ride I assure you.