Urog hated this predicament. He got what he wanted, which was to help the Lur Union. Problem was, now he was stuck with hundreds of GNA and other rabble that he himself convinced to join the battle that now refused to leave unless they took down Thomasville.
He looked at Auf Lalog’na, not sure of what to say. At this point, he had nothing to lose. “Auf Lalog’na. Between you and I, this is a death trap. We came here because we knew you needed our help. Gul’al has been avoiding me, so I do not know her wishes. I cannot leave my army, and my army does not want to leave. Our options are as good as a Kuolo’s poop, and smell as bad too. I do not know our next step yet, but I will not leave my brethren to their deaths, even if it is foolhardy.”
Urog sighed. If Vektor were here, Vektor would be smoking urya and helping him come up with some ridiculous plan. He missed Vektor, and wondered what his number one was up to. Hopefully, the world wasn’t about to fall out from under him too.
“For now, all we can do is wait… and hope we don’t die.”