"Of course, let us dispatch with the formalities, you call me Evrart, I call you Harry!"

"Of course, let us dispatch with the formalities, you call me Evrart, I call you Harry!"

"Is that my name?"

For a fraction of a second the big man looks at you inquisitively. "Experiencing partial amnesia, are we, Harry?"

It might be a good idea to hide your confusion, see what his game is first.

"To be honest, my memory is a bit hazy right now, yes."

"I guess the stress of peace-keeping and order-maintaining can get even to the best of us." He scratches his earlobe.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, officer. And if there's anything I can help you with, please don't hesitate to ask."

Do not trust him. For all you know, it might be his name by which he is addressing you. You need confirmation.

"I'm sure you had some concerns you thought I might be able to address." He pauses to look at a brown folder on his desk. "And you were probably right."

The huge block letters on the folder read "HARRIER DU BOIS". There's something in small writing just above that...

"Revachol Citizens Militia."

"I see you have gotten hold of some of our old documents." The lieutenant turns to Evrart. "They should have been destroyed some time ago."

"Mr. Kitsuragi..." He leaves the rest of this sentence hanging in the air and lets his smug smile deliver the rest of the message.

"Don't you worry, I've got plenty on you too, my rigid friend."

"Nah, my memory is fine -- I'm just testing you."

"I'm very glad to hear it. Some of my associates here in Martinaise told me you had trouble remembering things -- I am relieved they were mistaken."

"Fine by me."

"So Harry, what can I help you with today?"