Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-1620907-20191112163131

Sawyr flinched upon hearing the reply from the woman. Startled, he failed to notice the nonverbal cue from the officer to give his name. Instead Sawyr remained standing, hunched over, silently waiting to be told to do something.

The woman spoke again, announcing herself as belonging to Clan Mc-Aladeen or something. Sawyr was certain he hadn't heard the name before, so was convinced they were of a lowly lineage. Then again, Sawyr never had been one for paying attention to anything outside of his narrow range of interests. If there wasn't an argument over interpretations of the Emperor's divintiy to be had or military equipment to fawn over, it might as well not exist.

Then the Walker spoke. He was oddly nervous. This only served to reinforce Sawyr's belief that he would be expendable, perhaps even a liability. There was no use in having a nervous, pathetic, craven weakling protecting him from the dangers the wilds possessed. Such a worm sickened Sawyr, at least the woman had shown confidence and mettle. This wretch could barely string a sentence together. Sawyr smirked at the thought of seeing the Walker die.