[center][b]Harold Tarry - Templar[/b][/center]
A jolly old man walked down the road to the old fortress, giving citizens the tip of the hat from time to time with a smile. The Templar walked through the gates, giving the guards a friendly smile, walking past them casually. The guards remained unmoved, recognizing the geezer as one of the higher-ups. The old man had his white short hair on top of his head still at that age. He had a rapier attached to his belt as well as a musket. Tying the uppermost button of his shirt was a small cross-like symbol.
"The others are in the room, Mr Tarry," said one of the younger Templars inside the fortress, giving the man a respectful and curt bow. Tarry patted the man on the shoulder, smiling and walked into the room. He looked around, seeing that most of the others were there.
"Sorry I'm late, young'uns," he announced with a jolly tone with a weak british accent. "What'd I miss?"
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[center][b]Luca Antoine Celeste - Assassin[/b][/center]
Luca took a step forward and spoke up, something he would rarely do. "Wouldn't it be better to attack this delivery first? If we take out their resources, which apparently aren't in the fort yet, we might have a better chance at taking over the fort," he suggested. He blinked a couple of times before continuing. "If it's not arriving today, we could just wait until we find the packages that are being delivered. We could even take out the convoy and disguise as the soldiers escorting the delivery, hide explosives to make a distraction and get the upper hand right off the bat." He looked at his seniors to see what their response would be for a second before stepping back.