Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407230816/@comment-25038310-20150415022445

"So the plan's clear?" Antoine repeated, frowning at Bjorn. The two stood in the largest tent of the camp, and both stood beside a large map of Skyrim. Various arrows were draen on the map with charcoal and ink. Some were scratched through, and some areas were even circled.

"Yes. Let's hope we won't encounter any.. exceptions or changes in the plan." Bjorn said, crossing his arms. "Let's just hope Jack will arrive soon enough."

Antoine rolled his eyes at Bjorn's last remark. "Jack will not be of much help.. He is too preoccuoied with his own schedule instead of his own army and family."

Bjorn turned to Antoine. Although he wore a helmet, it could be noticed he was frowning.

Antoine took a step back, retracting his words. He stared at the map for a moment, quickly changing the subject. "The men are restless.. they will sate their lust for blood soon enough."

Bjorn nodded, turning around as he silently walked out of the tent. The mumbling of anxious and rowdy warriors that were outside noticeably grew silent. Bjorn was indeed a terfyfing presence that demanded respect, and asked little in return of his mem. Antoine remained in the tent, going over the tactic.