[center][h1][color=f26522]Carnatia de Valmont[/color][/h1][/center]
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Carnatia turned to Ludvig, giving him somewhat of an exasperated expression.

[colour=f26522]"You just finished saying that it sounds like a trap. And yet your opinion changed a scant few moments later? What insight have you gleamed, exactly?"[/colour]

The—admittedly preposterous idea that the peasant possessed some mental interference skill—crossed her mind. It was unlikely, for if he had, he would used it on the soldiers before he was hanging. Still, Carnatia decided it was better to be safe than sorry and thus focused her mind once more, entering her zen-focus state. It was not a surefire way to avoid mental attack, but a focused and clear mind did help on some occasions. The encounter with the phantoms in the Land of Twilight came to mind.

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"Pardon sir. Me name's Dromele. I'snt me intention to be suspicious with words, but I wish no harm, sir, nor the harm for meself. Guiding you and yous to a trap's never crossed me mind. Please hit me not for that, I just want to repay your kindness. Cuff me hands if you like, or put me down, and tell me to begone, and I shant trouble you no more."
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The prisoner—Dromele—had made his case, and Carnatia doubted any further questioning would yield any result at this point. The fact remained that he still had not answered some of her questions, such as where exactly he was leading them and what 'not cheery' things he was about to show them.

[color=f26522]"Captain, are we sure trusting Dromele to lead us is for the best? While it is true that we have to gain some distance from the garrison, perhaps it's wiser not to go where Dromele attempt to lead us until we can verify the veracity of his claim."[/color]

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