Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150416143828/@comment-25038310-20150417022503

The army of the Masked-Eyes were breaking up camp as soon as the early morning lght shone on their faces. Antoine and Bjorn stood onto of a hill overlooking the army.

Antoine noticed Bjorn's usual stare, unable to see if he was worried, angry, or glad through the small eye opening in Bjorn's helmet.

"T'is a fine army, Bjorn. Does something worry you?" Antoine asked, crossing his arms as he removed his hood and bandana.

Bjorn merely grunted and nodded, his voice somewhat muffled by his helmet. He didn't give any other response for a few moments. "It'd be better if Jack were here, just as Marcus ordered." He merely remarked, sounding rather dissapointed.

Antoine rolled his eyes, before facing Bjorn. "He's just one person. We have a complete army, Bjorn. Including us! He is not important! He won't make much of a difference, damn it!" He exclaimed, rather angry that a warrior like Bjorn kelt asking and wondering where his brother Jack was. Like a younger sibling scared and alone - a look that didn't cooperate with Bjorn's cold behaviour at all..

Bjorn faced Antoine, rapidly looking sideways of him. It was an erratic and sudden movement, one that was unusual of Bjorn when he was conversing with someone else. Antoine nearly stumbled and tripped over his own boots at the sudden glare. Or was it a glare? He still didn't know..

"One man can make every difference in a war, Antoine. Especially if it's a Masked-Eye." He said, his voice devoid of emotion or tone.