Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-1620907-20191120041141

Sawyr had stopped panting by the time Kuzvert had finished reading out the orders. They seemed stilted and poorly formatted. The first thing that concerned Sawyr was that their names had not been given in any sense of order. Neither alphabetical order of surnames nor forenames was used. He considered such a clerical error to be sloppy work, he'd have never made such an egregious mistake in his own paperwork. But it was to be expected of boneheads.

Sawyr perked up when he heard the Walker nominate him to carry the document, only to become frustrated the moment he saw Kuzvert stow them away before he could speak up to claim them. It was clear that Kuzvert was the controlling type. Already trying to force his way of doing things upon the others. It was disgusting, because that's exactly what Sawyr wished he was doing. It was bad enough being lumbered with a squad of braindead soliders that probably didn't know up from down, but Sawyr would be damned if he were to be under the thumb of one. However, his clan mate seizing initiative did offer him a different in. Serving as the second-in-command. Sawyr stiffled a grin as he fantasised about having authority over others.

"I, uh, ah," he stuttered, "think they're, uh, in, ah, safe hands with Kuzvert."