Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20181120020805

As the group enter the covenant he starts to turn to follow Layoka and Imperia only to be cut short by Armata's words. Were this any other day, any other time he might have simply left to follow his own devices but this, like many other thing, was more important than his wants.

He walked over to a group of the amassed servants and directed them to take his equipment to be taken to the blacksmith and launry to be repaired and cleaned. He did not expect them to be enthusiastic or take initiative or even follow his request but he did so anyways and left his equipment with them save for his crushed helm.

He held onto it now more as a thing of comfort than a practical thing. He felt naked without his armor and his old clothes felt more alien and disheartened him more as it reminded him of a time that could no longer be.

"Should you require a drink have one of the attendants bring it over. Right now we need to plan our next moves so we can bring the fight to them. Preferably I'd like to fight them on their side and keep our losses to a minimum. Yet fighting their hordes of pedestrians would be very problematic..."