He unfolds the photo, holding it so she can see. It's a picture of Varian himself, standing with his shoulders hunched with Ruddiger wrapped around his neck. He looks angry. Frustrated, in the image. Other than that, it doesn't seem particularly unusual at first...until closer inspection.
He's standing in the back of an open cart flanked by guards, each of which bears the Coronian symbol on their chestplates. His hands are shackled in chains in front of him, with the door caged with bars over the window. One of the guards has a hand on the door, preparing to close it with Varian inside.]
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He unfolds the photo, holding it so she can see. It's a picture of Varian himself, standing with his shoulders hunched with Ruddiger wrapped around his neck. He looks angry. Frustrated, in the image. Other than that, it doesn't seem particularly unusual at first...until closer inspection.
He's standing in the back of an open cart flanked by guards, each of which bears the Coronian symbol on their chestplates. His hands are shackled in chains in front of him, with the door caged with bars over the window. One of the guards has a hand on the door, preparing to close it with Varian inside.]