War of Attrition

Previous - A Veteran's Tail

"So... Explain this to me again?" Florz growled, glancing around the corner into the cargo-hold of their airship. Sitting near the cargo bay door, at a small mench that lined the hull, sat Gregor Nemian, the current main suspect in their investigation. The old man sat on his own, a small smile sitting just below a thick mustache. He sat with a pair of sabers held out in-front of him, in the same manner that an old man would hold a walking cane. He'd occasionally offer a small nod as rune knights passed, but had remained in place ever since liftoff. "Why the hell is he here?"

He spun back around to look at Hanna, who had offered very little as to an explanation. SHe and Cyn had simply returned with the old veteran in tow, and quickly brushed off all questions with an affirming nod.

"Because, I think he can help." Hanna muttred, stepping away fro the cargohold, just in case Florz's tone had tipped off their suspect. "We can watch his reaction when we raid the hideout. If he's a member of Crooked Cross, there's a chance someone there might recognize him." She paused a moment, during which FLorz let out a slow, disapproving groan. "I know it's not much, but it's the best shot we have." Hanna huffed, realizing just how much of a long-shot this plan was. "Just trust me, ok?"