Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-30488984-20170210054906

Karliel examines the assembled group of men, noding approvingly. He himself is clad in his usual weathered attire of lucky Warg leather combat boots, light body armor, and trench coat with a half finished cigar. Karliel had finally got groomed himself during the time he had left over after he finished preparing his gear, his beard now nicely trimmed and his hair slicked back. His bag is filled with some rations, his cigars, a lighter, a handful of tools, a flashlight, his ammunition, and a bottle. His rifle is slung over his shoulder with his autopistol and knife holstered onto his belt. "Thank you Sergeant" shaking his hand, "we will do our best to bring your men back home safely. If those traitors are down there, we will flush them out" a grin forms on his lips, admiring his own pun.