Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-1620907-20191114210307

"Y-yes, Lord Commissar," Sawyr aped the response of his fellow clansman and cast his eyes towards the briefcase before rolling them. All this fuss over being glorified messengers. Sawyr felt the whole task was beneath him, wondering if he'd only been selected for the mission in order to stop the knuckleheads from using the briefcase for firelighters.

Looking over the gathered figures, Sawyr was quite certain their collective brainpower would struggle to charge a laspack and that he'd likely need to do most of the thinking for them. He just hoped his cohort would pull their weight in a firefight. Kuzvert definitely looked like he could handle things, the Uidhear in theory could as well. The woman was at the very least one of the faithful. The Walker would most certainly be the first to die.

As he pondered all the ways this mission could go wrong, Sawyr found a small solace in the fact that the journey would provide the opportunity to preach the word of the Emperor to amongst this Clan Anraig.