The Wolf
Objective 3:
Kill.
The Wolf, was fashionably late. His footfall was quiet, near silent. Preliat had learned to walk in Beskar'gam. Preliat came only armed with a sidearm and his tomahawk, and his armor. He needed little else to sow the seed of discord among these cultists. He marched behind @Ronan Viszla and [member="Koda Fett"], the hulking brute that he was. He looked down at the two Mandalorians, and towards the entrance to the cultist's abode. How foul. How disgusting.
How weak of them.
Preliat said nothing, as he curled his crushgaunt-adorned fists. He looked to his brothers, the last of the real ones- and marched onward. The Cultists would feel their wrath. Feel their sting.
Kill.
The Wolf, was fashionably late. His footfall was quiet, near silent. Preliat had learned to walk in Beskar'gam. Preliat came only armed with a sidearm and his tomahawk, and his armor. He needed little else to sow the seed of discord among these cultists. He marched behind @Ronan Viszla and [member="Koda Fett"], the hulking brute that he was. He looked down at the two Mandalorians, and towards the entrance to the cultist's abode. How foul. How disgusting.
How weak of them.
Preliat said nothing, as he curled his crushgaunt-adorned fists. He looked to his brothers, the last of the real ones- and marched onward. The Cultists would feel their wrath. Feel their sting.