11-23-2016, 11:54 AM
Slipping his scope away and pulling out a horn, Swiggins braces up at the ready to let loose a loud cry of the horn as a signal of trouble. His left eye flares up as he watches the ships in the distance before speaking again.
"Say the word and I be callin' in some aid, got enough folk here in town we'd be set to handle whatever these raggabouts decide to throw our way, seeing also as we may be cut fer time. It's your call though. We waiting or we getting the ranks together and forming up a proper defense?"
"Say the word and I be callin' in some aid, got enough folk here in town we'd be set to handle whatever these raggabouts decide to throw our way, seeing also as we may be cut fer time. It's your call though. We waiting or we getting the ranks together and forming up a proper defense?"
(OOG: Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)