Here to make friends

Wylan hadn’t gone to the battlefield before, but he knew of other people that had. It seemed like a great place to get in some practice, and who knew who you might meet there? He trotted from the Armada to the battlefield, pleased that the hike was such a short one.

He settled in on the barren field, his polar bear companion on one side, and his little round sheep on the other. It wasn’t his first choice to bring the sheep, but the silly thing just kept following him around. He glanced at each companion, checked his armour, and then raised his head. Calling out for anyone that wished for a friendly spar.


"Speech"