Sammy

Sammy was the loyal one. He was loyal to the general. Short and muscular, and a little stiff. He too was a quite one, much like the general. But he knew how to give orders well, and made sure we followed. If we screwed up, he still kept that quite stiff demeanor, as though nothing happened, but underneath it all, you knew he was brewing. We were a team with a solid pecking order, and everyone knew thier place. I was in the lowest tier, having arrived fairly recently. Than there was Yifti, one step above me, and he would make it show. But all in all we got on, and of course the work needed to get done, as best as we possibly could. And the ultimate source of it all was the General, and for now he was gone.