Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7455957-20160519220051/@comment-28185759-20160527031752

"I have no issues if any of you trust me at the moment." Cordama stated to everyone. "Right now, survival is the only thing I care about right now. Hence why I would prefer if we actually made it to the dropsite before someone decides to do something stupid."

"As to your question Shula," Cordama began to elaborate. "I am in the same boat as you. As from Atlus, this is the first I have heard of it also. So I assume its a myth or rumor that originated from Vale. My job was to scout and excavate a certain area of the woords. I had no idea that there was treasure involved until I heard from the rest of you. In all honesty, I would rather get this over with and get back to Atlus. I've spent too much time in Vale as is."

As Cordama continues to trek through the woods, he sees a glimmer of light in the distance past the trees.

''Oh, we must be there already. I hope nothing happened to the site before we got there.''

He starts to run towards the glimmer, engaging Verstaub's Wrath in preparation. Upon passing through the final treeline into the opening where is dropsite is located, he sees a number of crates. A couple had the SDC's sigil while the rest had his own. On initial examination, there were no signs of external tampering or signs of grimm within the vicinity.

"Phew, glad everything is still intact. It took longer than expected to arrive." Cordama breaths a sigh of relief. "Hey, the coast is clear. Everything checks out alright."

He then walks up towards two of his personal crates that stood near each other and presses both thumbs against each scanner, thus unlocking them both. The first crate housed camping supplies for up to six people. "I am sure glad that I came prepared. Shikuna nagged me that I didn't need this much, but now the situation is changed. I am thankful that I payed the fee for the extra crates." Cordama chuckles.

As he opened the the second crate, a line of mist seeped from the crate as ice dust was used to regulate the temperature inside. He checked one of the many rope binded boxes within. He looks to see if there were any cracks or leaking from the box.

"Hmm... still intact, should be good to eat." He mumbles to himself.

Cordama then assembles five foldable stools from the first crate in a circle with each its own chilled box sitting on top. He now waits for the others to come through the treeline.