Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28927430-20160711235724/@comment-25808351-20160712055441

Ibrahim's distress is obvious to me and at the mention of this mercenary group being an army, I braced myself for the answer. As I had a pretty good idea who the army is. In preparation, I pull a small, thin cigar from my coat pocket. I strike a match against the soul of my boot and raise it to my cigar. Smoke escapes my lips as I puff the cigar, feeding air to the flame lighting the tobacco.

The flame illuminates my face in the darkness from the nose up, revealing a very aggressive look in my eyes. "So, this army..... what banner do they fly?" I say as I put out the match with my fingers.