Fifty-Ninth Entry [Video]
[Loud, panicked whinnying is heard as the communicator turns on. At first, all that can be seen is a rough, earthen floor, but then slim, bloody fingers turn it over carefully.]
[Poland's a bit of a mess. There's dirt, gravel, and blood in his hair, and he's bleeding from his neck enough to make him pale and somewhat disoriented.]
Guys...? [He pauses. It's apparently pretty hard to talk with a neck wound.] ...Masked man. Like. Be careful.
[He trails off, staring into the middle distance for a few moments, evidently just spacing out.]
...Need help with the horses. They won't calm down.
[Miserably:] Liet's gonna worry.
[Poland's a bit of a mess. There's dirt, gravel, and blood in his hair, and he's bleeding from his neck enough to make him pale and somewhat disoriented.]
Guys...? [He pauses. It's apparently pretty hard to talk with a neck wound.] ...Masked man. Like. Be careful.
[He trails off, staring into the middle distance for a few moments, evidently just spacing out.]
...Need help with the horses. They won't calm down.
[Miserably:] Liet's gonna worry.