Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160719180419

"That's Elves for ya," Bale says, walking by, "All talk and no work." He points to the platoon. "Alright.  We got six ballistae and two catapults, about ten rounds of firebombs each, and forty bolts for the ballistae .  We can put em oneither side ofbthe main approach, not a a terrible position, but it'll have to do."

Nearby, a fully armored Dwarf, clad in impossibly thick armor, cheerfully waves.

"My daughter,"  He says. He leans in. "She thinks you're cute."

"Yeah, well, good luck," growls Simrit. "He's guarded by a pissy tin suit that thinks it's a woman."