Let's just burn 'em. You weren't gonna give those papers a second look anyway.

If you wanted me to lay defenses in here, I'd break up the floor for starters. Not that I mind, it's for you to think about.

Got twps from Royal Guard knocking about, have you? Heh, ain't that interesting.

Calibrate the sight? Nah, materials I ordered last should be here almost, I'll make the arrows first... Oh, push off, out my way.

Most who leave Vouivre don't agree with the mercenary life in Sargon. Move to Victoria, end up doing something else instead, they do. Like... factory-working, farming, you know. Having their own little touch of land.

You could probably tell, but I didn't used to be artillery. Mainly studied recon, infiltration, CQC, all that. Did not bloody take to it, and the instructors wouldn't let me switch courses, so I dropped out, simple as. What's the point in learning things you hate?

Oh, you're helpless! How am I going to the workshop wearing this?!

It's meant for attacking nomadic cities, this weapon. Using it to help you lot cope with skirmishers? It's like a hatchet to a cupcake. Let me try hitting a city or two sometime for practice, won't you?

Don't you think these crystals on my shoulder here match well with my hair color? I like my off-the-shoulder clothes too, so it's perfect. Shame, though, it would've been nice if they covered the whole way like that Siracusan Messenger girl.

I'll be heading back to sort stuff out, then. No point wasting time on this rotter.

Arianrot, codename Toddifons. I don't like working for ordinary people, so I've got my fingers crossed you show me something unusual.

Boring. Off we go.

What goes on in those Logistics' minds? Oh, look what Arianrot made, let's just grab it and... For me? Tch, fine. I accept. Your feelings are loud and clear. Thanks, see you.

You've seen a Draco's flames before, I bet you anything. You ever imagined, the sight of them raining down on your enemy? I can make that your reality!

I'm listening.

Work's on. Focus.

You lot go ahead. I've got things to prepare.

Visibility clear. Awaiting orders.

Still not done?

Iawn?

Mounting complete.

In position.

I don't need visuals. Give me the map.

This area is cleared. Next!

Nothing remains once the arrows rain!

Ha! Fire wouldn't go out while there's something left to burn!

There's only so many who can make this thing shine—guess you're one of them.

Out without too much ash on me. Gwych.

Ammo's more precious than that little lot. Deal with 'em yourself.

Still good to move? We're heading home. Grab on.

Like this titchy bit of space is enough? Let's break this wall down and I'll have the whole area behind, Diolch.

Think it through before you put your hand out.

Go on if you need something. Don't wait for me to change my contacts, I can hear you whatever color they are.

Arknights.

Yeah, New Year's, there's a party, the whole song and dance, I get it. And that's why I'm sitting right here, having a drink with my magazines, while you carry on moaning and whinging. Trust me, that's my happy times.

So it's you. If you need something, out with it.

Oripathy comes second, I've said that. If I'm not able to do what I like, that's not life no matter how long it drags out. And you know, being here, Rhodes Island, I always get a crack at something interesting. I half like it working with you lot. So don't you ever go letting me down.