<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FF8000">"Alright, Professor. Your turn now. As she is cooperative, try to find out as much as possible about this place and her country. And don't worry. Private Fisher won't hesitate to put a bullet in her head, if she makes any trouble. And I wouldn't cry a tear, to be honest."</span><br/><br/>Before Ernest could stop Tom from leaving, it was too late. He was stuck in the room with Private Fisher--who seemed far too trigger happy, and Princess Freya--who was proving to be a very disturbed woman. He turned to face the Princess, supremely unhappy about being put in this sort of situation. He sure as hell wasn't one to interrogate others, and he detested the idea that a civilian was doing a military man's job. He was just a scholar! He sighed, wiping his sweating hands on his jacket. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"So, Princess Freya, where are we?"</span> he asked kindly with a smile. Freya only laughed, <span style="color: #FF8000">"This is rich. You really don't know what you are, do you? Haha, this is great. I thought you guys were kidding, but wow. You really do not know."</span> Freya's voice held no real warmth or humor, but instead was filled with a poisonous sarcasm that made Ernest inwardly cringe. He felt incredibly small under her words and he wondered if that was just her or if she had some weird power to make others feel inferior. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Look, we both aren't in the greatest of shapes, so why don't you tell me?"</span> he tried prompting again, keeping his composure cool and collected. She shook her head, <span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm not going to waste my time. I'm sure Gleywine has spilled all the information already. I won't be wasting my breath. I'll cooperate, but only in terms of not fighting back. My mouth is my own."</span> Ernest sighed at the Princess' words, and Fisher only seemed to be amused by Ernest's failure to elicit any information.</div>