Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20141204034243/@comment-25357035-20150107012204

A Kig-Yar Soldier runs up to Crystal, who is now talking three Royal Commandos.

Soldier: Commodore Smite says that more cannons are needed on the North East Wall. We have none, and it was only made of spare fire wood-

Crystal: Tell him that first, we will do the closer walls. That one is furthest away.

Soldier: But it's the weakest point-

Crystal: I don't care.

Soldier: Y-yes. Commodore!