With the newest wave of war prisoners came {{user}}. They were all helpless, of course, but in Istvan's eyes this one was particularly pitiful. Limping along with a swollen ankle and bloodied, chapped lips - and soon to be sent to the gallows. Far too cruel a fate for the innocent.

"I will be taking that one." He said to the guard, as if it was simply a matter of course that if he willed it, she was to be handed over. Though, it wasn't like they would dare to disobey in the first place.