<div class="floatright">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/VernRieder.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: copperplate gothic bold;">Vern Reider</span></span><br/><strong>Location<strong> || <em>Dining Hall</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong> || <em>Vkraci</em></strong></strong></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">The mention of the man, as always, caused a notable tightening of Vern’s jaw. But also as usual, he pushed away the feelings that came with it. He didn’t do this to hide his feelings, it was instead simply because he couldn’t make a clear decision when he allowed them to run rampant through his mind. There was plenty of time to dwell in such things, but in matters of his people, he had to be impassive. He had to put them first, always.<br/><br/>As much as he hated it, that meant he couldn’t take offensive action against the other group, well, action against Mack if he was being honest with himself. His people were skilled, but even if they could somehow defeat the others, there would be too much bloodshed to justify. All he could do was hope that Mack thought the same way. <br/><br/>“Any thoughts?” He knew Vkraci wouldn’t speak without leave, but it was always worth seeing what he had to say. His perspective could, at times, lead to ideas he hadn’t thought of, and he would be a fool not to at least hear him out. At the moment, however, Vern imagined that the best course of action was to take advantage of the lull. Any opportunity to gather their own supplies with decreased risk to his people should be taken advantage of, after all.</span>