The strange little man who identified himself as 'Unit Gaikotsu' - What was that even supposed to mean - didn't look quite satisfied. Well.. It was actually quite difficult to say, granted the lack of expression those lacklustre eyes were able to display.
He wrote during a while in a notebook, sometimes asking him a question about the situation in Gallia, his ties with various criminals groups or what he knew about Bretonia.
Eventually, he got rid of him by gesturing a guard he was done. He barely said him good bye, even. What were those strange people. And what the hell was Tokubewhateveryousay? And who would pay him a new suit?
Pierre was reflecting on those grave subjects as the two guards were bringing him back to the wonderful little cell he came to appreciate lately.
But when they arrived, he had the unpleasant surprise to find it was presently occupied by... Some guy.
"Excusez moi, Monsieur le gardien." pondered Pierre politely, as he was noticing one of his minders was opening the cell "But it appears this room is occupied... Hey!" He eventually yelled, as the guards were pushing him in. Eventually, one of them uttered in a bad english before bursting out laughing : "The hotel is overbooked tonight, honourable customer. But don't worry, you will get a cut."
They then left. Pierre didn't try to argue with those. Braindead.
Sighing, he eventually turned around to take a look at this new cell mate.
Some Kusarian dude, who was presently breezily gazing at him.
Could have been worse.