05-03-2020, 02:30 PM
Finch counts his blessings and starts his casual walk towards the friendly foot soldiers on the hill looking behind him routinely to check if any archers try to use him for target practice. As he approaches towards the friendly foot soldiers he shouts out towards them.
[Imperial]-"My clothes be tattered and my face be bloody but I be approaching as ally! Sank an Imperial galleon at the cost of my own vessel due to foul magics!"
(Still dodging)
[Imperial]-"My clothes be tattered and my face be bloody but I be approaching as ally! Sank an Imperial galleon at the cost of my own vessel due to foul magics!"
(Still dodging)

