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Einarr looked around the tent carefully, making sure to take stock of each and every one of the people he'd undoubtedly be working with for the foreseeable future. Each of them was here for their own reasons, although Einarr wished he wasn't. It wasn't the fact that he had to help the Order, he was fine with that as long as he was given an adequate amount of personal space, rather it was the fact that he'd be operating in his own homeland, which was filled with people who hated the organization he now found himself working for. Having seen the hostility they showed towards the Order's soldiers upon their arrival, Einarr was seriously concerned about how they would react to him and those around him.

While he was no stranger to fighting, the thought of killing his own kinsmen, even if it was in self defense, just didn't sit well with him.

Letting out a barely audible grunt, Einarr pushed the thought to the back of his mind and nodded in acknowledgement of the man's request. He could worry about such things when they became relevant to him, the Order, or whatever group he was assigned to.

Until then, he'd just follow Captain Vaughn's orders.