Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180409010651

Placing an arm o Tirush's shoulder Praetor steps forward in a desperate attempt to place a barrier between the two. "Tirush has a point. I know we're not from this world and are unfamiliar with those who inhabit it but you mustn't take us for granted. You haven't seen just exactly what she could do. You know what I am capable of when I have time to prepare, so why cut us short? What do we do when you can't even trust us to put up a fight. ? Just stand here and wait for something greater to come and help? What are we going to do if it doesn't happen? Because the way I see it we have 34 miles to come up with a plan, so we could either go to the council and ask for assistance or go in there and try to fix this ourselves."

He turns back to Tirush and nods before going back to Armata and his group.

"You brought us here for a reason and it was because we could be trusted to fight. Trusted us to get Layoka and Imperia back and that's what we intend to do. We just need you to trust us."

Praetor releases his grip on Tirush then runs his hands through his belt of pouches, running his thumb over a small round shape that poked through the cloth.