Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29559990-20140917010520

(I know, I know, but Vashier is strictly business c:)

Vashier turned back, seeing Balonak staying deathly quiet as the other's cackled in glee.

"What's wrong with you, eh?" Vashier asked. "Why aren't you off testing the mettle of your stomach with the others?"

"Mead does nothing but slow down a warrior." Balonak said.

"Your not one for partying, are you? It's all killing and murdering and such..." Vashier sat back, enjoying his own little bottle of Alto Wine.

"I wasn't raised on the belief that resting is a chance to relax. Resting is a sign that you are weak." Balonak boomed.

"Of course, Balonak, Of course..." Vashier sighed. Balonak was nice to be around, or behind, in a battle, but he could make the most optimistic man in the world depressed with his words.

"You do not even care for the payment, do you? It's all about the amount of blood you spill."

"Blood is payment." Balonak Answered.

"Fair enough. Anyways, I am tired, and I am retiring to my room for the night." Vashier said, getting up and heading out of the pub for the barracks.

He glanced back to see one of the Mercs puking as the other laughed athis discomfort. "Oh, and Balonak, try to get those imbeciles to the barracks in one piece."

"No Promises." Balonak Muttered.

Vashier then exited the place and went to the Barracks

(Goodnight c:)