Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161027002533/@comment-3293219-20161104001018

"Nobody deserves to die..." Casmir sighed, grabbing at a ring that hung from around his neck and breaking the rope that cut it with a harsh tug, placing it in her hands.

"Here, I wore this through every battle I've ever been in. I know it isn't worth his life but it's one of few things that I give a shit about. I want you to have it, okay? Bury it with your man or wear it yourself, I don't care.

You shouldn't be the only one who loses something important to 'em today." He said, pausing as he looked up to his men and nodded.

"Move out!" He called, returning to his previous, more authoritative stature as he marched out of the door.

Wilkes stared at the crates in silence for a long while. His mind was racing, trying to find a way to get out of this situation.

After well over a minute of remaining silent, he suddenly spoke up.

"We're going to wipe them out. We'll play along for now. Get as much equipment as we can from that airfield. Then, we'll let them and the Copper Toes weaken each other, and when the time is right, we use the airfield loot to kill Casamir and whatever lieutenants he might have."

"The Copper Toes will grow weaker, not stronger." Tamannaah sighed, folding her arms and glancing away.

"I fear that they want to assimilate us into their ranks."