Veuglaire Syndrome

[Keller]

He had a rough idea of how long she'd been in custody, and apparently she'd been transferred back into Bretonian custody after an unsuccessful escape attempt. It was more than likely that wartime tensions encouraged abusive behavior, that much was natural and not every man could be expected to resist the strong pull of a deeply rooted grudge. The handshake itself would be quite brief, he had a firm grip and had all the posturing and mannerisms expected of a soldier. Though it would be unclear what House he served, if at all. "No, Frau Lachance. You are not being sold. In fact in a few days you'll be repatriated and sent back home. You might even be tried for any potential crimes you committed during the war, or not, hard to say. The squabbling polities that have seized power in your Home hold little in the way of consistency." Looking over his uniform would prove inconclusive, it seemed to be a dull blue, white accents around the collar and a red sash which seemed to bear heraldry in the form of a shield and sword.