Gentle halted his progress. Things had taken a decidedly swift change and aroused the interest of the old pirate. "Hmm I'd better sit down again then" Genlte resumed his seat at the table and set about bandaging the deep gash in his hand. It always amused him that a man that had been literally blown apart, shot and at one time hung by the neck managed to wince at little cuts on well used extremeties. "If i didnt know better id say im going soft" Gentle laughed to himself.
"No actually I dont need my seat to discuss this. I ave ne point of view on the AW. I tried in the past to heal wounds with them and they had no interest. Their interest was in crushing the OPG with their ....might." A derisory snort issued from the mouth of the semi drunk pirate.
"Kell haul the lot of those bastards as far as im concerned amigos. The OPG has grown significantly ill ensure our forces are fully prepared for war in the next couple of days. We have mobilised a fleet worthy of the chronicles of crete to remember us. Shoudl you decide to move against the AW I will pledge the whole OPG fleet to their demise. Unlike the wound in my hand which will be gone in a few weeks the AW wont allow us to live as we require to do so. So be it say I. Let them hold to their faith in the outcasts who pour cardamine into them to enslave their minds like zombies. Kill the whole goddam rat infested asgard scum and leave their corpses floating in the void. OPG will support any actions of war."
