Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140929135456/@comment-25123474-20140930100836

Rennac was at the inn, reading a book he had just brought, when something tapped his shoulder.

"Oi, Rennac, aren't ya tired of reading books? Come on, have a drink on me." It was Baldrick Iron-Arm, a mercenary he had befriended when he (miraciously) beat him in a drinking competition.

"Save your money, Baldrick. You have a family you need to take care of, you know." Rennac replied, not even taking his eyes of the book he was reading.

"Oops, you're right, mate. Thanks for reminding me. I really need to start saving money or else my wife will scold me." Baldrick said before laughing rather loudly. "So, have ya found yourself a job?"

"No, I haven't yet. People here don't seem to want to hire any mercenaries these day's." Rennac said before closing his book. "How about you?"

"The same. Divines, I really need to find a job right now or my family won't have anything to eat for the next month." The mercenary said, with a sad tone in his voice.

"I'm sure we'll find a job, mate. Though I do hope that it's soon." Rennac replied before resuming his reading.