The Banner Of Leonias : How Do You Feel About This Campaign? Essay
"Oi...Ari, how do you feel about this campaign?"
Fork clinking against his plate, Arihiko shifted his eyes to look at the older man. Seated opposite to him, the bearded Leonian was hunched forward, his elbows resting on the mahogany table with half of his face hidden behind folded hands. His brows were scrunched together in a frown, as if he was contemplating the fate of Atlas itself. If he hadn 't known any better, he would have thought that the man was nervous. The corner of his mouth pulled into a crooked smile. "Have the nerves finally gotten to you?"
The black-haired man responded with a weary chuckle, straightening his back when he sat up. "Heh, it will take a few more years 'til I turn into a wreck." Clearing his throat, he gave the mess hall around them a glance over before returning his attention to the younger Leonian. "No...it 's those Phoenicians. Why invite us here?" Inigo stared off…