They soon entered the room General Markson had come from. A simple wooden table lay in the center of the beige colored room with a bunch of devices and paper stacked on the table. Three chairs surrounded the table.
General Markson took the chair on one side while Freya and Xavier took the other. Freya clenched her fists in her lap, straightening her back as General Markson stared at them quietly.
"This is Freya." Xavier finally said, his words cutting the tension in the air like a knife through butter. "She's a Wanderer born with a guide ability and we're agreed to get married."
"Oh?" General Markson raised a bushy eyebrow. "And what about your mission? You didn't abandon that for something else, did you?"
Xavier pulled out a small leather pouch from his coat and tossed it onto the table. "The mission was completed and I even got a few extras from the Wanderers holding Freya captive."
