Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-29038468-20200715173847

Captain Vergent was around his late twenties, his armor was waxed daily and it reflected everything. He was not a very kind man, often resorting to violence to complete his missions but he got results and thus was kept on. His auburn hair was always combed back and his green eyes focus on Samuel as he came in. "Good, you're here." He said getting up. "One of the prisoners is being very stubborn, more stubborn than they should be in fact. Now, because Captain Barge wants to keep an eye on how harsh I'm interrogating these scum, I can't resort to my normal methods. But I don't think her rules apply to you now do they? The prisoner's in the next room, do what you need to, rough her up, but don't kill her. Barge will know that something happened if we have to get rid of a body. Understood?" Vergent asks him.

Elanor makes her way to the canteen and sits down next to Beatrice. She plays with the apple in her hands as she talks. "I'm really sorry about that, some of the new faces get a little excited in their training and ask to spar. But, that's not important right now, this is the canteen. The refugees grab something to eat here before moving on and the soldiers on their breaks spend it here. Not at all quiet with everybody chatting, but it's a good place to meet with friends." She explains.