Attempt to determine losses.
In shock and horror, you come to realize seven are dead. The first expedition, and nearly a fifth of your class is dead. Not to mention, what if something happened to the other groups. There are currently 12 here, meaning it could be more like 21 dead. Two out of three dead on the first day. What had you signed up for?
Name: Michael
Gender: Male
Agility: 1
Execution:2
Awareness:0
Discipline:1
Rage:-1
Garrison
"Claude sounds perfect. Ill track him down later. Still more maintenance to do. Besides, I want to make sure the Scouts got away safely. I am sure they would appreciate some heavy artillery on their side if there is trouble. See you around!"
Escape Danger and go back to maintaining my cannon.
She returns to her cannon and begins whispering something to Angela.
You may notice seven figures on horseback headed for the wall.
"Open the gate!" One of them screams.
Scout Regiment. You're sure of it. But there were nearly 3 dozen of them when they left. Just 7...?
How long have you been on the Garrison?
He opens his mouth to reply, but hears the screaming of the incoming Scouts.
"Dear God...I have to go."
He runs off.
"That's it. This is officially the second worse day of my life.," Jimbo thought to himself.
Jimbo left and took a walk to clear his head.
People stare at you as you walk. Everyone at least knows who you are, if not being familiar firsthand with the contents of your stomach. You might be damned before you even start.