Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-1620907-20191109174311

Sawyr checked his chrono before striding into the room. He smirked as he cast his eyes upon the gathered meatheads, examining the features of each and every one of them. The Uidhear would be useful and the Walker expendable. Sawyr's smirk turned to a frown at the sight of a woman, a liability out in the wilds. Then his eyes locked with those of his fellow Lok'hert and he paused for a moment before continuing towards his post. Statistically, he reasoned, it was likely a Lok'hert would have been summoned, his clan had always turned out readily for the mustering.

As he reached his position, facing the soldiers, Sawyr took the opportunity to straighten his flak jacket to match the lines of his long flowing red robes. His aquila necklace glinted in the dull light of the office as he took stock of the men, and woman, that would become his flock. Remembering his training, he made the sign of the aquila at them, before uttering a small missive "Uh, ah, uh, thought for the, uh, day."

Sawyr froze slightly, stumbling his words as the pressure of the situation overwhelmed him. Panicking, he forced himself to continue, "the Emperor protects, uh, those who, uh protect themselves."