Mar let out a bark of laughter. "An idea about what to do? The obvious, of course. You, I, and perhaps one or two others who know which end of a sword is up -- unless that sword is Zin'rokh, but in my defense, everybody thought it was held the other way -- anyway, if we don't get these people up to speed on the basics of Azerothian survival, we're going to see a bloodbath."
He ought to know about the sword, since he had the damn thing slung over his back, much more readily visible now that they weren't arguing tactics in the middle of a battlefield.
For a moment, his cheerful expression vanished, a frown darkening his expression. (Fairly literally, since his narrowed eyes shed slightly less light.) "I'm not normally in favor of handing the civilians arms and armor and telling them it's press-gang time, but given the circumstances, I don't think we have a choice. They're already recruited, the same way we are. We need to give them the tools to survive."
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Mar let out a bark of laughter. "An idea about what to do? The obvious, of course. You, I, and perhaps one or two others who know which end of a sword is up -- unless that sword is Zin'rokh, but in my defense, everybody thought it was held the other way -- anyway, if we don't get these people up to speed on the basics of Azerothian survival, we're going to see a bloodbath."
He ought to know about the sword, since he had the damn thing slung over his back, much more readily visible now that they weren't arguing tactics in the middle of a battlefield.
For a moment, his cheerful expression vanished, a frown darkening his expression. (Fairly literally, since his narrowed eyes shed slightly less light.) "I'm not normally in favor of handing the civilians arms and armor and telling them it's press-gang time, but given the circumstances, I don't think we have a choice. They're already recruited, the same way we are. We need to give them the tools to survive."