Snippet #1188461

"A pint of your stoutest ale. And the same for all my comrades here." Caim called out to the barkeep as the group moved over to the table.

"And a bottle of unwatered wine." Vincent added casually as he followed behind.

The two of them were hardly shocked when Viconia made her exit. It had been obvious that she needed to be alone to collect her thoughts. She had been so quiet approaching the city that at times Vincent had wondered for her sanity. Little wonder, witnessing the loss of all she one held dear would be trying on the strongest of hearts. Still, she was gone before either of them had been able to utter a word of protest. Such a shame, Vincent mused somberly to himself.

"This round is on me everyone." The burly knight stated aloud. He was relieved to be in the relative safety of the city, even if one was more likely to get stabbed in the back here than in the wilderness, at the very least one could be relatively certain that the killer wouldn't be feasting on your carcass. Relatively certain. He slumped onto a stool which creaked loudly under the weight of his armour. He would remove it later, he thought wearily, after he'd hada drink to relax his aching muscles. He listened keenly to the conversation between heir new companion and his lady friend, though he made pains to appear to be minding his own business. He leaned over to Osefi.

"Did you hear that? Do you suppose he's some kind of slaver?" He asked suspiciously under his breath to the orc.