la haye saint. 1810 you were shambling through la hate sainte. Covered in cuts and scratches. The screams of your comrades echo through your mind. You make it to a barn and slam the door. You rest on a wall… A few moments later a young fifer of the “kgl 2nd light battalion” walks over to you.Oscar: Are you okay? his baggy eyes drooping a little. His long dirty blonde hair shining in the light Oscar: you look injured.