It was a bit surprising, seeing Oskar Rolt of all people leading the group. Not that he wasn't capable of it, the man had lead teams before. No, it was just strange to see him sticking his neck out like this. Then again, all Vespin knew about him was his rank and that he got himself put in the penal legion. That, and his penchant for going in to things flamer first, whenever possible.

"Oskar, I've heard of you. Have to say, you don't quite live up to your reputation. I bet you're shit at cards. Little advice for you, never show your hand before you know what game you're playing." Keeping the cross hairs aimed at Oskar, Vespin made sure to keep an eye out for the other prisoners, and an ear out for his own men.

"It was my men who got sent down here to deal with you. We were given shot guns, not collars. You don't send a commissar along with demihumans to and no collars to get penal legion ready to repel borders. Now, be honest, and maybe we can make some actual negotiations. Lie to me again, and I'll see if the next 'sergeant' your group sends out can't get things done before you all get gunned down."