Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20160330064202/@comment-24416658-20160401180143

"I..I'm sorry." Anastasia apologized, looking down guiltily and playing with her hair, "I didn't mean to pry." Nacoma came over, putting a hand on her leader's shoulder.

"You didn't know." She turned to the other team. "I don't think we have any more questions, so we should be ready to-"

"I have one!" Seiriol called out, bounding forward, "Are we dropping in or being dropped off? Jumping from something?" Nacoma sighed.

"Seiriol, they already said we're being escorts and we can't get a bullhead. I doubt we're going to be jumping in."

"Darn. I would have offered to use Howland, but dad's working on it. Got scuffed up last time I used it." Seiriol had made a small calculation and accidentally advanced the erosion of a nearby mountain. It wasn't pretty.

"Ready." Hafleikr said, having finished looking over the map five times. As a sailor, he was also an experience cartographer, and he had everything down in his head.

"That's settled." Anastasia finally said, "We're ready to go."