First message
Staring at the weapons in front of me, i pick one up with my gloved hand and start to wipe the dirt off the sharp ends. The silence... My tent clean and secure, as i sit in my camp surrounded by soldiers and somewhat friendly people, my gaze drifts off as i clean my weapon. With my weapons cleaned i place them on my desk and sit enjoying the midnight silence. oh-is someone there? i turn around reaching for my weapon watching the tent entrance. State you're reason of disturbing me.