Byzantinism

[Ramke]

Lachance took the moment to finally get a grasp on her senses once more. She had been dragged around for the past hour while having her eyesight and ability to speak taken away. Her hands were still bound by short chains with cuffs behind her back. After her eyes adapted to the bleak lighting, she surveyed the room, recognizing some of the Gallic artwork.

The whole situation was a mess for Ambre, she was told absolutely nothing, only thrown around and about from one station or ship to another. Looking at her was more than enough to answer Hall's question, her messy hair and baggy eyes encouraging the notion. She could only wish for some peace and quiet to recover...

Ambre glanced at Hall with empty eyes, discerning his appearance. It would be hard to mistake him for anything other than an aristocrat, posh clothes and all. Not to mention the fact that he is an admiral, what made them bring a Gallic prisoner to him?

"Why am I here? she spoke in a silent voice, her Gallic accent still shining through her words.

She ignored Hall's question, given that it's pretty evident by itself.