Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-33521582-20191118134403

Kuzvert carefully placed the documents in the envelope, and tied it up tightly as it had been, before stowing it away once more. The interior of the Chimera was at once strange and familiar to him, as he'd spent years on board such vehicles, albeit ones with the characteristic decorations and accents of his own people. Looking around at his fellow couriers he spoke, "This doesn't look like an ordinary run. The letter grants us the power to use lethal force against anyone below the rank of Argonarch that attempts to intercept this message. That means someone will try." He tried to gauge their reactions; though the Lak'lan are averse to deception, they learn to avoid falling prey to it. He was never particularly adept, however. The Alinden struck him as straightforward; the Walker as nervous; the Rachardh's concealment was at odds with his own culture; lastly, he considered the Ma'kar, one of his own but still catching his breath from a short run. He thought to himself, "When the Duw Rhyfelwr calls on us to spill blood in his name, will they answer?". "As long as we're waiting for the Operator", he said with the blank smile the Lok'hert habitually wore among outsiders, "we should rest and prepare for the road ahead." To an old hand, a Chimera is as comfortable as a fur and feather bed, and he sat down in one of the seats, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.