Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26840812-20151205182159/@comment-25908355-20151206092528

Through the thick morning mist, a whole group of figures, all wearing dark cloaks and masks approach the plaza. They stop just outside, and look at the statue.

Soldier: Commander..? Orders to engage?

Obsidian: We can't. Until we're getting shot at, we can't shoot at them. Just keep a close eye.