Veuglaire Syndrome

[Ramke]

With the abrupt relocation, it seemed all the inmates were in a good mood. They were finally moved from decrepit, dark PoW facilities to this temporary neutral camp, and it seemed like the majority were enjoying themselves for the first time in years. It was too much of a contrast, suddenly changing from small cells and barracks to what seemed like a luxury resort. Ambre assumed it was yet another transfer to another prison facility, but this time any expectations were blown away. It almost felt like being back home on Nevers.

Being called into yet another interview was more or less standard as the Bretonians tried to process everyone to make sure they have everything ready for the inevitable transfer. As soon as Keller walked in, she realised this wasn't a run-of-the-mill interview just from the appearance of the man who entered the room. The accent raised even more questions as soon as she heard him speak.

Keller saw a relatively young, blonde woman in front of him. Her hair was down to her neck, length controlled by prison regulations. She wore a standard, white PoW uniform, much like the majority of her colleagues. She looked quite typical for a Gaul, and could easily blend in with the crowd.

"A Rheinlander?" she said, her thick Gallic accent evident. It may even be hard to understand to the untrained ear.

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