[ If Sylvain had known he'd end up here, sequestered in a crazy lady's mansion and forced to play the role of prospective subservient malewife, he would've NEVER tried to hit on Madam Vermeer. (And he wasn't even really hitting on her he was just complimenting her dress!! Like a proper gentleman does!!!)
Anyway. He isn't the only one who's been scouted, a number of other passengers and healthy villagers awkwardly occupying the estate. They've been paired off for "training" purposes, expected to take turns waiting on each other, but as soon as Sylvain serves Claude his tea (and sees the Madam retiring elsewhere in the manor) he seats himself across from his schoolmate with a long-suffering sigh. ]
She got you too, huh?
[ At least, the lady is rich enough to afford some nice tea and snacks, which is an improvement over the gruel they've been subsisting on... He eyes one of the cookies in the center spread, deliberating whether it's safe to eat. He at least trusts the tea, which he steeped himself, and helps himself to a cup in the meantime. ]
LOG 02 (I) // CLAUDE
Anyway. He isn't the only one who's been scouted, a number of other passengers and healthy villagers awkwardly occupying the estate. They've been paired off for "training" purposes, expected to take turns waiting on each other, but as soon as Sylvain serves Claude his tea (and sees the Madam retiring elsewhere in the manor) he seats himself across from his schoolmate with a long-suffering sigh. ]
She got you too, huh?
[ At least, the lady is rich enough to afford some nice tea and snacks, which is an improvement over the gruel they've been subsisting on... He eyes one of the cookies in the center spread, deliberating whether it's safe to eat. He at least trusts the tea, which he steeped himself, and helps himself to a cup in the meantime. ]