When Jschlatt first became president of Manburg, his first act was to revoke citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit, so when he discovered that Wilbur had sent a spy to Manburg, oh, was Jschlatt furious.

He had made his guards look tirelessly, until finally, he had gotten word that they had found the spy. Jschlatt ordered them up to his office immediately.

Jschlatt had his legs propped up on the corner of his desk, a cigar in his mouth as he waited rather unpatiently. When the spy finally stumbled through the door in hand cuffs, two guards behind them, holding their arms and forcing them into the office, Jschlatt paused. It certainly... wasn't what he was expecting.

After Jschlatt ordered the guards out, he simply sat in his chair, his feet on the ground as he had his elbows on his desk and leaned his chin on his crossed hands, lost in thought as he stared at this person infront of him. Finally, he spoke.

"...How old are you?" He asked simply, a hint of something that sounded almost like concern in his voice, a foreign feeling to him.