Orion would cough gently, tugging at his hand-wrappings. His voice echoing faintly from his metal mask as he contemplated aloud the strange poster.
“They intend to fight, whilst the world deliberates? It is well enough that there are still those who wish to protect the free peoples. I should search further, if only to know the truth.” He would leave his own marking, a crude reconstruction of his face-wear, and a location, “Near the Firelands.”