Neil sat near the back, wondering what was going to happen now that we are fighting on two wars. None the less, one thing was sure in his mind, the will of the Guild would prevail, we would crush the Order soon enough, he thought, but as for Kusari, that was another matter.
The tall, heavily built scouse stood up with a pastie in one hand and spoke loudly to the hall, 'Now lads, as ye all know, ah dun plan on goin' anywhere like, bu' as fer this problem wi' Kusari, ah'll be movin' me Manta to spport tha lads at Deshima like.'
He took a bite out of his pastie and continued speaking while spraying the rows in front with crumbs, 'I jus' dun think that we should let 'em off wi' this y'know, at least make 'em 'urt before we get thrown out like.'
He sat back down and continued to listen intently to all that the others had to say, while sipping from a large bottle of cider.
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