Arramor places the messaging crystal in his healing bag, carefully wrapping it in some bandages.
Arramor then comes to attention and fires off a sharp salute.
"As you wish Battlepoet. By Tyr's grace and the Empire's desire, we will accomplish this task for you."
After being dismissed...
Turns to Marcus.
"Marcus, you shall be my second, should I fall, you will carry on the mission."
Heads quickly to requisition some Comprehend Languages Potions from comms just in case the need to speak Yuan-Ti suddenly arises.
After..
"TROOPERS! WE ARE ON THE LINE IN FIFTTEEN, LET'S MOVE OUT!"
Arramor then comes to attention and fires off a sharp salute.
"As you wish Battlepoet. By Tyr's grace and the Empire's desire, we will accomplish this task for you."
After being dismissed...
Turns to Marcus.
"Marcus, you shall be my second, should I fall, you will carry on the mission."
Heads quickly to requisition some Comprehend Languages Potions from comms just in case the need to speak Yuan-Ti suddenly arises.
After..
"TROOPERS! WE ARE ON THE LINE IN FIFTTEEN, LET'S MOVE OUT!"
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