05-07-2020, 04:18 AM
Marcienne-[Imperial]: "Captain, if it is my favor thou seek then prove thyself a soul of honor and strength. My trust is placed in those that do not falter. There art many lowborn officer here to whom I give respect. That is all."
Marcienne finishes her sentence with a tone of finality. It seems she has grown tired of the Ob-lobs efforts to befriend her. She marches off and yells out.
Marcienne-[Imperial]: "Do not follow me Captain!"
Judy looks about for any salvaged breeches or top covers that could serve as some amount of cover. The best she can find are some partly intact blood and mud soaked articles of clothing among some of the Imperial corpses accidentally taken by Confederates from the battlefield. There is enough for the regular sized folk to wear, though they might not appreciate the smell of such costumes.
Marcienne finishes her sentence with a tone of finality. It seems she has grown tired of the Ob-lobs efforts to befriend her. She marches off and yells out.
Marcienne-[Imperial]: "Do not follow me Captain!"
Judy looks about for any salvaged breeches or top covers that could serve as some amount of cover. The best she can find are some partly intact blood and mud soaked articles of clothing among some of the Imperial corpses accidentally taken by Confederates from the battlefield. There is enough for the regular sized folk to wear, though they might not appreciate the smell of such costumes.