[The situation unfolds fast from a simple patrol to something much, much more charged. Aral's eyes narrow, also recognizing the young boy and flicks his eyes up to the paint (flaking from the dry, cold air) adorning the ranking officer's face.
A hostage situation, a high ranking Ghem clan... Daryl may be the only man bucking orders, but it's clear in the tension and ire, that he's not the only man that wants to.
In a few fractions of a second, it's clear: there's a mutiny, a loss of command upon one side of the scales, the other side boasted a hot resurgence of conflict that a supply raid hadn't done.
And then there's one of his hillfolk at risk.
Aral unslings his bow silently, nocking and drawing aim on the commanding officer, standing back and watching the abuse. The nod was simple sign. Fire.]
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A hostage situation, a high ranking Ghem clan... Daryl may be the only man bucking orders, but it's clear in the tension and ire, that he's not the only man that wants to.
In a few fractions of a second, it's clear: there's a mutiny, a loss of command upon one side of the scales, the other side boasted a hot resurgence of conflict that a supply raid hadn't done.
And then there's one of his hillfolk at risk.
Aral unslings his bow silently, nocking and drawing aim on the commanding officer, standing back and watching the abuse. The nod was simple sign. Fire.]