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Brolin wasn't happy about leaving the fight but he had managed to grab his money from his before exiting the city. He wouldn't let some gready humans take his life savings. He looked around and sat down on a rock. He wanted to get out of the armor, get drunk and then go home to his big bed. But that wasn't going to happend.
Someone has brought this army here. Maby my friend was right about the strangers. He started to look around for his drinking buddy. He couldn't be dead. If someone could drain a bar of all it's beer he wouldn't be killed by a sword.. right? He smiled when he made eye contact with the old devil. They both smiled and his friend went over to him
'' I tought ye would be the first one to go mi friend'' Brolin said. His friend handed over a bottle of home made booze.
'' And i tought that big belly of yours would stop you from getting into your old armor.'' His friend answered. Brolin took a sip of the booze and smiled. At least the alcohole wasn't out.