Alistair follows Walo contemplating the weight of the current situation. He slows his step to fall in line next to Gregory. He takes a look around to make sure their conversation is semi private.<br/><br/>"Alot of our fellow 'champions' are either ignoring or dismissing the weight of our current situation. It's dangerous and foolish and we need someone to take on a role of leadership. While many among us have a marked indifference in regards to anything not between someone's legs...my main concern is survival as one cannot fuck when dead." He pauses. "I overheard you say you were military...and it sounds like we may need a soldier to win this battle."<br/><br/>I am going to make an insight check to size up my team...<br/><br/>Roll Result: Doomblade403xxx rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by +4<br/>Comment: Insight when push comes to blood who is gonna fight and who is gonna run<br/>Result: 24,<br/>Total: 24