[ Sylvain gives a quiet sigh, staring down into his glass for a long moment before lifting it and draining it dry once more. Setting it back on the bar top, he swivels to face Claude entirely, his expression firmed into a serious, focused expression. It's one he hadn't worn all that often back home, at least not before the war, but it's been making an appearance more often here in Cadens in recent days. ]
Alright, Claude. What do you need from me? What can I do to help?
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Alright, Claude. What do you need from me? What can I do to help?