Roman Torchwick / Romidia

   “Your need for continuously straight forward answers is very boring. But–” He pauses, in typical Roman fashion. “The answer is yes. That’s where we’ll be going.”

   “My usual help has become so unreliable lately. They’ve messed up one too many times. I need some fresh blood. I don’t say it often, but I’m impressed with the attitude. So I’ll humor you.” 

   He returns to the desk, opening a manila folder. Inside are documents, photographs, lists of various things they might risk encountering on their journey. “Whatever they’ve got here is big. Security is quite tight around a specific area of the kingdom, up in the north.” Roman points to a spot on a topographic map of the region itself. “We’ll be dealing with plenty of those pesky Atlas knights, that’s for sure. Large shipping containers have been unloaded, and are just sitting there out in the middle of the open. They’re just ripe for the taking.”

   Roman’s gaze rises to settle upon her.“Enough information?”

With the folder pulled out, she goes quiet, just listening over every single aspect of the assignment. NOTHING can be left out; she may be…well…a BEAST in the end, but even SHE didn’t have the strength to take on a full battalion herself. Her claw perhaps would rip through a PALADIN but that is all, and the longer she releases that E S S E N C E in combat, the more she feels consumed by it, and weakens greatly. Using it is always a last resort.

❝ …Almost, I need to know our firepower should the worst come, and I also need to know on the condition of our allies, etc. As well as the time of the operation. ❞

Arms drop to her sides now, hopping off the edge of the desk and standing once more, gaze returning to him. She’s wanting to make sure they overlook NOTHING in this whole ordeal — a JOB WELL DONE would get Salem and Cinder off her back for a while.