Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-33521582-20191110123040

Kuzverts face remained impassive. The cultivated, slightly-smiling mask the Lok'hert were wont to use around other clans took a back seat to the neutral, business-like face of a trooper. Now just a number in a throng of such, he maintained his attentive stance while his honest, direct mind worked its way through the situation at hand.

The Lieutenant, a career officer by the looks of him, dishevelled, but clearly working to make the best of the untennable situation in the Dun Gallin camp; what clan markings might lie under the uniform?. The Colonel, a young senior officer, possibly a part of upper command for the Imperial garrison. The Commissar, a political officer and, by all accounts of them, a draconian disciplinarian; one such would make short work of the crowded mess outside by sheer force of will.

The small room made him weary; such confined quarters, the presence of a rag-tag group of infantrymen, the nervousness of the Colonel, all lent an appearance of clandestinity and secrecy to the affair.