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You are Sarah Karlsen, Valkyrie of Sweden, and daughter of Odin.
The Russian, Koren, sits calmly in the chair as you watch him. His night under guard was uneventful, and as of yet he’s offered no problem. Even still, Tobias and another man stand at the door behind you, calmly but pointedly brandishing their weapons.
For his part, Koren is not overly concerned. He appears, following your initial greeting, more curious than afraid.
“Are you always this calm in the face of the unknown?” You ask. “You’re not exactly among friends.”
“I’ve survived the revolution,” Koren offers a shrug. “The Whites and the Reds, and all the famines and purges. If a poor man like me can survive all that, surely I’m capable of surviving a few angry Swedes.”
“How certain are you about that?” Tobias asks.
“Not very,” Koren admits. “But I’ve never been certain of much. Yet here I sit.”
“I’ve given you my word you won’t be hurt. Not without a good reason,” You say. “Now that we’ve agreed to that, I’d like for you to help us.”
“I had a feeling we’d get to this,” Koren throws one leg over the other, hands folding together as he smiles. “Very well, Valkyrie. Ask what you wish, and we’ll see if I can be of assistance.”
>Ask him about Russia’s involvement in Finland.
>Ask about his knowledge of the Order.
>Ask about other prison camps.
>Other?