The halfbreed followed the sergeant into the room across the hall, eyes scanning the dusty walls, every detail meticulously as he passed.  “I’ll be straight with ya, sir, I’m not up for just volunteering to go slicing people up for some nice guys I just met.  But if you do have a real plan, and from the looks of all this, it’s obvious you do – well, I’d be willing to lend a hand.  You know, if Humans and furs ever reached equality, I could finally get a job…” He pondered that thought.  “And food… a real place to sleep.  This is the opportunity of a lifetime, and I can’t believe I wasn’t in on it until half an hour ago.” He stands back against a wall, casually at first, but in fact keeping clear of all windows and his eyes on the door; his mind had grown to work like that after years of dealing with fur police.<br/><br/>“I hope this is happening on a larger scale, though.” He thought out loud.  “If a neighboring feudal state were to send in reinforcements, you’d have a slaughter on your hands.”  He buried his head in his hands, and rubbed his eyes.  “I apologize for my demeanor, it’s just that, having a war go on outside gives me a sense of urgency.  And please don’t look at me as though I’m merely a scared civilian – I’ll hold my own, it’s just that… being caught blind in a dark ally, waking up to a war, not having a game plan, can be a bit frightening until you can get your wits about you.  If you have a use for me now, I’m all ears.” He pulls the bandana off for the first time, revealing the perky brown foxears.