Frostbound

The map was rolled out and people crowded around for a good look. It showed the area well and I was curious who and how the sections would be divided.

Some Factions were objectively stronger than others. The Admiral had thousands behind him while some of the lesser pylon Owners had a few hundred and nowhere near high enough level to make up the difference. Frostheim as a whole had just under a thousand Defenders.

Giving everyone the same area regardless of strength was stupid.

People had naturally grouped into a rough circle when arriving for the meeting and now that there was something to interact with and look at, that circle tightened.

Being near the back screwed me.

As the circle closed in, I was left staring at the backs of those in front of me. I was on the taller side for a man, taller than average at least, but that didn't give me enough height to see over people.

I looked over at Marcus who was in a similar predicament since he was standing next to me, and both of us nodded.

I stuck out my hand and began forcing my way through. The first person looked around angrily but even as he tried to push back it did nothing.

He quickly revised his decision after seeing that.

The next fared mostly the same.

It was rude to push through like this but I wasn't going to be languished to the back. I was fine with taking a back seat during the bickering because it didn't matter in the end. The people who spoke up for whatever idea they championed would've accomplished the same thing if they'd said nothing.

Sure, people got to hear you speak but what did that achieve?