[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OTy5ZmU.png[/img][hr][b]Name:[/b] Beryl Vagrant 
[b]Role:[/b] SOLDIER 3
[b]Location:[/b]Sleeping Forest
[b]Tag:[/b] [@Karl Kadaver][/center][hr]

	[color=lightblue][b]B[/b][/color]eryl let out a breath of angst at The Commander's outburst. It was hard to look at but only because he knew the visceral feelings tearing her up. If not completely apart. His once youthful eyes had dipped into that narrow darkness, where the mako-light had hardened and became dangerous. He allowed himself that much as she stormed and took her anger out on the sleeping trees around them. He hadn't even realize had tightly he was gripping the hilt of his katana. 

	[b]T[/b]he moment her composure had returned, Beryl was swift to set aside his own anger. Instead of some stony cutthroat,  she would see Beryl standing still, respectful of his Commander's rank, if not a tad fidgety. [color=lightblue][b]"You have to admit that this forest doesn't seem normal. It feels alive. Not only because its baffling but because of... of something else too."[/b][/color]

	[b]B[/b]eryl drew closer to The Commander and risked placing a hand on her shoulder. [color=lightblue][b]"This isn't all on you, Commander. None of us saw it coming. Though I can't help but wonder what was in the briefcase. The forest route is doing us no good, perhaps we should go back to base and get answers."[/b][/color]