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The squad leader was silent as the discussed amongst themselves, taking note of Usie's mention of the patrol at the bridge. He would glance back at his men, all of whom were already in the process of double checking the edges of razor-sharp weapons. He would then turn, following Asral without hesitation, his men following. "The one with your friend will keep her safe...though, the gas is worrisome." As far as adventures and the sort went...men of the Fire Tribe were raised to battle; they marched and fought in skirmishes for long portions of their lives. Ever militant, ever disciplined...they were used to travel under less-than-ideal conditions. For them, it was just another mission...on with a lower chance of success than they were used to, perhaps, bu they were determined to see it through nonetheless. "We should begin considering the possibility of combat. If there is no other way across the bridge, then we will have to take out that patrol."