[b]Volodar Naesandoral[/b]
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Volodar scoffed at some of the discussion in the bridge. The Elf had clearly recovered a few of his pistols in preparation of the airship's arrival to Custospada, but the seemingly perpetual frown he had since boarded remained etched on his visage.

"There is going to be nothing fast about this if we commit to touching down," he commented. "And, as Captain Hamerlin has alluded to, hauling up any substantial amount of supplies by hand is going to take time. Blaugas and Petrol or Oil, in the quantities we may need, is going to need to be pumped aboard. The temptation to grab anything that isn't bolted to the fortress walls is surely there, but we must focus and we should focus on what gold may remain."

Volodar looked towards Carter as he rested a hand on his sword's pommel. The elf's eyes betrayed a sense of distain, but remained otherwise professional.

"I shall join you on the ground reconnaissance team," Volodar coldly added, I recommend we send men of endurance in body and mind, as to be prepared should the worst occur. It would not do us well to be stuck on the ground with a winded body and a coward's spirit. Others can man the machine guns until we know more."