"We're hardly being catered to," Winters said with a wry smile. "We've all been thrown into cells, though at least the conditions are clean. However, there's one severely injured person who I think would be better off if we could get him out for proper care."
"Severely injured? Is it a cadet officer?"
"No, it's Major Moritz."
"Moritz van Nassau?" Antonio's eyebrows shot up, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face, clearly interested by the name Moritz.
"I don't know the Major's full name," Winters shook his head. In the few short days they'd interacted, he only knew the Major as Moritz and was unaware of any other parts of his full name.
"Hmm," Antonio stroked his chin with a tentative voice, "In the army, I've only heard of one person named Moritz, last year's third place in the army sports meeting swordsmanship event. They said he's also a spellcaster, is that him?"