Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-25684606-20191110115401

Preceded by their reputation, no one bothered to try and strike up a conversation with the Rachadh and he reached the building without any incident. The same could not be said for Kelli however, for every man excessively in the company of their own would relish the opportunity to try and woo a woman, even more so if she was a fellow soldier. The local men had proven more than capable of guarding theirs from unwanted attention.

It was to be Edward’s lucky day, as none of the gathered soldier belonged to Clan Walker directly or seemed to be associated with them all too closely, for that matter. He was ignored, mostly, or rudely called to attention when he was about to step on a sleepin trooper. With Kuzwert and Sawyr, the small troop was eventually complete.

Once inside the entry hall, its walls hung with tarps depicting the history of clan Gallin. From the earliest days of colonization, to the countless wars against their airborne nemesis and of course, the glorious years of Macharius’ crusade, all was displayed with the clear and obvious pride of one of the older clans.

However, there were also the skillfully crafted paintings and sculptures in the imperial style, their grandeur and self-importance clashing with the intricate yet simplistic lines and colors of the traditional sennachian murals and tapestries.

As the soldiers strode over the blank clay floor, they were greeted by a man in a PDF uniform, the decorations on his shoulder marking him as a Lieutenant. Slim-framed glasses circled his tired, sunken eyes and the sloppy salute he offered let the chin-fat spilling over his collar wobble.

'“Troopers”, he greeted, brushing the thin blonde hair on his head backwards as he let his hand sink. “I’m Lieutenant Roder. Follow me.” Turning on his heel, he lead them further into a building, into the first story and down a small hallway, where the stone floor had been silenced with carpet. Knocking on a door towards the end of it, he opened it before receiving a reply and stood aside motioning the PDF to step in.

The adjacent room was just large enough for a desk and a cabinet towards the right hand wall, though it was empty and a thin layer of dust revealed that it was usually unused. A window opposite to the door went out on the plaza, revealing just how much of a chaos the makeshift camp there was. Attempts at setting up a clear, clean perimeter had been made, identifiable by the occasionally geometrical layouts of the tents here and there, but had ultimately been buried under the number of soldiers.

Already present were two other officers, one of them, a man of relatively young age compared to the Lieutenant, bore the markings of a colonel. In dress uniform, he had tucked his cap under his arm as the soldiers entered and turned around. Dark hair and clear eyes, there was a slight tension and edge to his expression, one he was able to mask quickly, though.

The other officer was far, far older, wrinkles lining his face like rain running through sand,  but even the rotting hand of time had been unable to milden his steely, unrelenting gaze and the aura of authority he projected even more so than his counterpart. Even in his casual setting, he bore holstered Laspistol and a Chainsword around his waist. A scarlet sash wrapped around his chest, completed by the distinct black greatcoat and the peaked cap of the officers of the Ordo Prefectus: A commissar.

He nodded curtly as Kuzvert introduced himself, before letting his eyes wander to the other soldiers, clearly waiting for them to follow suit.