HP: 1
Status: Authoritative
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She clicked her tongue in disappointment at the sorry sight, before marching in with her head tall. "Get off your asses, you're this city's finest men, their protectors, and the way you mope about right now I wouldn't trust you to guard a cabbage patch. Pick up those swords, tighten those faces, this battle isn't anywhere near as hopeless as your imaginations are telling you. You have family out there who are counting in you; wives, daughters, sons, sisters. You have friends you have known for years that are placing their faith in you. There are strangers who may not know you, but they trust in your protection all the same. Even your enemies, childhood quarrels or the drunkards you toss out of the bar after they've grown rowdy are praying to their ancestors to grant you the strength you need in this coming battle."
Brushing past one of the men roughly, she kicked up the sword he had neglected to finish tying around his waist and held it out to him. "Finish gathering up your things, and meet me out in the in the yard. I want to see what you're capable of, for you to prove to me what it means to be a proper soldier."
Persuasion: 26
Man, I was willing to blow my Hero point to make it stick, but it seems she's firing on all cylinders this evening.