Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-29038468-20200724023256

Beatrice's best bet at getting someone to accompany her would be at the makeshift camp. Most were waiting for their post changes, but others were simply talking among themselves.

The young girls sniffles a bit, but she quiets down. The other however just scoffs. "We all have our prices boy, power is power. Something I'm sure you know very well. Just make sure you know who's pulling your strings before they're cut boy." She says leaving. There would be no one to stop him as he took the girl away now.

Elanor listened intently before sighing and leaning back in her chair with a sad smile. "I was under the same impression myself. I'm not very sure how I can be of much help as there's only one of me. I'm ashamed to say that I fear that command tries to stifle my attempts of helping those here; I've learned as of late that even with the blessing of the Goddess there is still so little I can do." She says saddened. "We have a very limited force here, most of our recruits are still trainees and won't be effectively combat ready for several months, we might not even have that much time to start with. The only two people who I think could help won't be any, one of them died and the other is a fugitive I've been hunting for several years. If they were both here we might've had some small modicum of hope but now? I'm just not sure anymore..." She sighs again and shakes her head to dismiss the thoughts. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling. You should see our strategist, maybe try to work something out, she's a little eccentric but she's good at what she does. Her and her small band of friends should be right below us. Just one thing, don't let their appearances bother you, they're very kind and don't make much trouble." She tells him getting back to work on the thick stack of papers.