Forsetidale Embassy

Two knights holding Blodwulf by the arms enter the embassy. In the main room of the embassy, tapestries of yellow and blue line the walls and at the center of the room is a table with an engraving of a closed fist holding scales at the tables center. Several knights are milling about. Off to the right side is a room with iron bars.

The two knights open the cell and deposit Blodwulf inside before shutting the gate and locking it.

Dorian enters behind his knights and walks over to the table at the center of the room. He leans his hip against the table on the side closest to the holding cell.

"Well, Blodwulf. Explain yourself." Dorian keeps a hand on the pommel of his sword and watches Blodwulf carefully.

*Standing with his hands clasped behind him and his feet shoulder width apart* "Sir, my birthname is Micheal Durant. I served with the 12th special forces in the Volairian army. My father was a captain in the army. Are you at all familiar with the army? Or have you heard of the Ambush at Harwood hill? An ex soldier who served in my unit fed our enemy intelligence that our patrol was going to be conducting operations there. If your interested in the specifics of the operation, I'm afraid can't divulge that information, sir. Anyway... the soldier who gave this information to the enemy was my friend, John Benedix. Out of our 25 person patrol, only myself and 3 others survived. We were outnumbered and made a retreat. We fought for 2 days. After the screaming, watching my friends die, and explosions from magic subsided and We made it back to friendlier territory, I've been plagued with blackouts, terrible nightmares and loss of time. I always thought that they all happened when I slept. Apparently, that isn't the case according to what everyone has been saying. First and foremost as a former member of the 12th, we are trained to never disregard orders, no matter how ridiculous or absurd they might be. If you don't believe that I did in fact serve with them. Look at the brand on the back of my neck. You'll see a wolf eating the sun." *all while saying this, Blodwulf never breaks eye contact with Dorian.*

Dorian listens and nods. "So, you were a member of the Ariadnian army?" He sighs and mumbled mostly to himself. "She's going to want to hear about this."

Without another word, he stands and exits the embassy.

After about ten to fifteen minutes, Dorian returns with Selena and she walks right up to the door of the cell. "You were one of mine?" She locks her solid black eyes on his, a growl in her voice. "Only those dishonorably discharged is branded." She finally takes a deep inhale through her nose, closing her eyes and stepping back, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Fuck" she sighs and opens her eyes again. "Many lost their minds during the war. Most to her. You were discharged for desertion. Wether you remember it or not, Mr. Durant, you ran. You chose your own life over those of your brothers on the field that day."

She sighs again, relaxing her shoulders slightly. "I'm going to have to search through your mind and your memories at some point, but, to be honest, I'd prefer not to do that, so talk. Tell me everything you know about your lapses in memory, and about the moments surrounding them if you can. You've dug yourself into a world of shit, but maybe you'll only have to die a few times. Depending on the rest of your story."

*Staring back into Selenas eyes not intimdated* Ma'am, I did not chose my life over the others. We tried to help those that we could. We were outnumbered and chose to make a retreat. A fighting retreat, ma'am. Be it dishonorable or honorable makes no difference. One of our brothers. One of YOUR soldiers sold us out to the enemy. My brothers died on that field, the men I bled with, ate with, trained with and lived with, died on that field.

I'm not going into the specifics of what the operation entailed because you know. And if you don't, you'll find out soon enough. If I had any idea of what happened during those blackouts or losses of time, I would have told Dorian. I've got nothing to hide. I'll die a thousand times to prove that. That is my entire story. And if you don't believe me, go and check the after action report. I did it myself.

"I don't give a fuck about what the operation was at this point. I'll go over military shit later. Right now, I need you to answer the question about the times surrounding the memory loss. When you woke up somewhere strange, what were you doing right before? What was around you? What were you wearing? What _do you remember. If you want my help and want a chance at survival, if not, tell me now." Selena crossed her arms over her chest and pops her hip out to the side waiting on his next response.