Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191025225131

Hen takes his helm off and looks upon those he sees with an even look, though compassion is clear in eyes. He nods with understanding at the words of those he speaks to, letting them do much of the talking. After he had spoken with each person, he spoke a brief prayer to the Emperor for guidance and strength with them. He visits with some of the wounded and passed around most of his pain killers, a few dozen capsules and disposable, one shot needles; then spoke prayers of rest and peace for them. At least they would have rest.

With a feeling of cool resolve filling his body, the big man noticed that some people were missing. The legionarie and the menial...Lem was the name. He walked over to the entrance of the chamber and found a Sgt.

"Excuse me, Sgt. *Hen salutes the person* we have some missing men. A Penal Legionarie and a Factory worker turned soldier, his name is Lem. I must insist that they be found.", Hen spoke with authority and a stern tone, then softened slightly." I'll not ask you to send a party out to look for them, simply send word to any patrols or allow me the use of one guide to back track for them."