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Region: Tsumonrin
HMRS Myangan Nulimsny, Waldreich Mountains, Wielbelkia
Bolek snaps a salute back to his superior officer. "Affirmative sir." He states, mentally preparing for the mission, and once dismissed, would immediately head down to the landing craft he and Kuzhuk had been assigned, covering up his rifle in cloth to hide the markings and engravings. His new objective to blend into with the people of the township and to collect information of where the guards are, also to this, he makes plans to sabotage the enemy's communications before he heads back.
Baataryn flot
Jaropełk and his escort of the man wearing the strange mixed uniform fall in line between the guards. "It is most unfortunate that my father could not come, he stated he was feeling rather ill, and I, his heir, should come in his stead to learn about your culture and your people,a dn to befriend your great Khan." Jaropełk states, shivering with excitement.
"Prince Jaropełk, ease yourself, these people pride themselves on strength and not childish glee." Quietly chimes his escorts voice.
"I see, Łukasz, thank you for informing me, but I believe that they'll prefer one who is excited to learn." Whispers Jaropełk to the man in strange uniform, known as Łukasz. He smiles and follows closely behind Khagatai. "Good sir Darmalai, I wish to learn more about your nation as you take me to your leader, like, why do your people enjoy raiding so much?"