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[bardische]

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Yeah that's probably a good idea.

[ziedrich_bearer]

"Then we better win our way through," Gladio says with a smirk. And he offers his hand out to the other man. "I give you my oath I'm not going down without the win here. For the people we care about."

[bardische]

Basch gives a smaller smile, but he means it, clasping the man's hand. "For the people we care about," he agrees.

They aren't at camp much longer, and sure enough, they're able to bunk together with a few other men. The boat passage isn't long, a week and a half, but it's slow going, the Mist preventing any enhanced travel. Basch spends what time he can on the deck, ends up running training exercises for interested recruits, but he's glad when they hit solid ground again.

Still, it's eerie. There are the tumbling ruins of societies long forgotten, but no sign of modern people. As groups disperse out to various target locations, soon it's quiet, just he and Gladio. Basch's eyes are on the sky.

"We should be able to clear some ground before that storm lets out."

[ziedrich_bearer]

"Sounds about fair," Gladio says, a sword almost as large as himself in hand. "Would be wise. Help set up a basecamp for everyone."

Because he expects some will need to fall back.

[bardische]

Basch nods. There will be some that need to fall back, and some who need to be tended, and some who need to be coached. There's too much, really, for how few senior soldiers they have.

"We do what we can. Once that's running, we should be able to go farther afield ourselves."

He doesn't want to wait, but he doesn't want to make foolish mistakes either.

[ziedrich_bearer]

"Would rather be out there," Gladio agrees. He hates being slowed up, but he knows good tactics.

"How about we split the area in half, take out what we can, and meet back in, say, a few hours?