[center][hr][img]https://i.ibb.co/L9R0qPj/image.png[/img][hr][/center] Protelo nodded as strategies were discussed, acting like he was paying his upmost attention. In truth, however he was only half-listening, hoping that the others wouldn't hear his stomach grumbling . Of course, he made sure to take heed of the secondary objectives given by the Envoy. The first one seems rather standard; defend the ships since they've got some of the best shit in 'em, and find some "important" person the Empire wants alive. Neither of those tasks seemed exciting to the Lieutenant, though the second one did give him a rather sinister idea. What sort of person would the Empire want alive, anyway? Before Protelo could ask his question, however, Captain Aria began to chime in with her own questions. Out of the two ways she suggested taking the city it seemed that the sewer method might be best. Using siege tactics may prove troublesome, especially with one of their objectives requiring that damage must be minimized within a certain portion of Felmont. The sewers were one of their best bets, though Protelo was not keen at all with the idea of having a victorious battle whilst smelling like piss. In the end, while Protelo does believe that the sewer idea was a good one, he decided not to say anything about it just yet. [color=forestgreen]"Might just be a good idea to send only two or three of our flyers, Cap."[/color] Protelo stated as he was addressed, adjusting himself to look more attentive. [color=forestgreen]"It's a good idea to focus on taking a look at how the harbor looks as well since that's where we'll be doing most of our holding out. One thing I recall the Zuiterrans doing when we're closing in on their encampments is resolving to scorched earth tactics, shit like burning their food and throwing out their water. Those sandeaters were used to the heat, but knew we'd have a harder time finding water... Point is there might be some really nice shit they've got on their ships that they might not want us to have, so we should be keen on making sure they've got no way to get rid of it. "We might want some of our men on the inside, too. One or two, the ones that are good at sneaking around. I might take a step in as well, take the guise of some traveler and get a good look at how Felmont looks from the inside. Maybe you should send me in, as well? Might be a good idea if one of us had our own ideas of just how the city looks and manages, especially from a veteran's eyes..."[/color] Protelo grinned, suggesting only slightly that he had ulterior motives to volunteering himself into Felmont. For one, it would mean that he wouldn't need to crawl in through the sewers, if there were any, to make entry into the city. Two, it'd mean he'd be out of this sweaty, boring tent sooner. Three, and most importantly, however, it would mean that he could finally eat some real fresh food. The thoughts of freshly grilled fish filled Protelo's mind, a vast improvement from the travel rations he's normally forced to eat. Surely he should be allowed to indulge himself a bit before it all goes to hell, anyway, right? [color=forestgreen]"Ah, right, before I forget,"[/color] Protelo cleared his throat before looking at the Envoy, his expression being one much more serious. [color=forestgreen]"You said you wanted someone very important alive, right? Just what sort of person are they? Actually to be frank, I don't really care who they are... but I am right when I say it's important that they're handed over alive, right? We could get them out for you, sure... but if you want to guarantee their survival, like having, say... the White Streak himself escorting this VIP out, we may need a bit more incentive for the job."[/color] With a smug expression filled with pride, the Lieutenant raised his neck high as he looked down at the Envoy. In reality, Protelo was mostly bluffing, using this opportunity to "flex" his reputation just a bit rather than trying to weasel out a bit of extra cash. He cared more about fighting a good fight than getting paid, anyway. Still, Aria had a point; with such specific objectives needing to be met, the company was entitled for an increase in payment, provided they meet their objectives. It would mean better equipment for the Red Branch, after all. Maybe they could use the cash from this job to buy out their own personal master chef, actually...