"For you," the officer stood up. "... to do what you're good at." She thought for a bit, then a strange smirk crossed her lips. "Things in Gallia have changed. The traitors to the Crown are many, and you might find that we have some common enemies now. The deal is simple: we let you go, and you become a pain in their rears instead of ours. We count that you'll stick to the terms of this deal."
"I don't trust you, and I was against your release, but apparently the King commands it." The officer looked at the inmate intently now.
