Valestorm.
Cain walked into the tent. Stepping through the flaps, he came stared straight at the person seated on the other side of a wide circular table.
General Arltzwalt was as intimidating as every.
A huge bayonet sniper was laying upright behind him. The large blade attached to the weapon of death was a far greater mental suppression than Cain had thought. Although he has a very scary arsenal of weapons, none of them were as frightening. It appeared similar to the weapons the rest of the people here wield, and yet different at the same time.
The General himself was seated languidly, leaning back on his chair with a fat ciar on his mouth. Although Cain had questions about where he would have found something so exotic in these times, he decided to keep his mouth shut.
Instead, he, Khan, and Boulder walked forward until they stood at the other end of the table.
Cain looked around.