Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-24416658-20160321073701

Nacoma and the other Pilgrim dashed back to the room where Rowtag resided, swiftly joined by the ones from the roof. They had all quickly deployed smoke balls once the Hounds had exploded, covering their escape. Nacoma went up to Rowtag, scroll in her hand.

"Here, sir," she said, "Oliver's sent me vital information. We need to spread this to the other allied groups as soon as we can." Rowtag nodded, taking Nacoma's scroll.

"Very well." Rowtag looked around the room. "It appears we should now head for the exit. The front exit. Escort me, please." The Pilgrims, including Nacoma, looked confused.

"But sir, wouldn't it be safer to-" Rowtag held up a hand.

"I have led the Pilgrims for a long time, my daughter," he said, looking at her and the others, "If I had shown fear in this way, I would not have remained Governor. Now, let us go. You four will be behind me." Rowtag headed for the door, walking out and heading for the exit. The other Pilgrims looked at each other, shrugged, and followed.

Meanwhile, 3 more Pilgrims, each with simple assault rifles and swords, were following the robots. They had one mission: find their base of operations while staying completely out of sight.

(Sorry for being shorter than y'all, but I don't really have much to work with.)