Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-17657610-20190914012828

"What?"

The Penal Legion was being turned around for some reason, away from the frontlines. Apparently there was a situation at the Governess's headquarters, and they were close enough to try to help her out. Ishmael sighed and hefted his weapon. *Guess the battle has begun.*