Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-1620907-20191211185241

Sawyr began to panic at the mention of fire as his mind struggled to parse the many possible outcomes. If he wanted to be Kuzvert's second-in-command, he'd need to act. But what to do. Decision making had never been Sawyr's strong suit. Usually others decided things for him, like his Clan Mother, or he just waited for things to happen to him. Proactivity was almost alien to his simple mind. If only he was at the debating table, then he could argue the fire into submission.

"Uh, ah, uh," he stuttered, the fear overwhelming his ability to speak, "w-w-what, uh, can I, uh, do?"