Snippet #1563691

Chase had just managed to reach the top of the staircase, when he found himself held at gun-point, frozen and confused. “Halt!” The gun was pulled out and pointed at him and he wasn’t sure what to do at this point. As a first response, he held up his hands defensively, but then mentally questioned himself on what he was doing. "Name, business and alignment! And state them quickly, I rarely miss from this distance..."

He raised an eyebrow. “Demanding, aren’t you?” he said carelessly, putting his hands back down to his side when he decided that this ‘threat’ was no sort of threat at all. “Listen, I just came over here looking for water. I didn’t even know you were up here.” Chase glanced to the window, shocked to see the pub across the street basically break down. Things around here just got more interesting by the second, didn’t they? Joy. “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he said, turning his attention back towards the other guy in the room. “But if you must know, my name’s Chase. Not that I care, but for future reference, what’s yours?” He pointed to the gun. “And would you put that away? If I was any real danger, don’t you think I’d of killed you already? Calm yourself down.”

Without any further regard towards the threat of the weapon, Chase strolled over to the window. It was a nice lookout towards the rest of the surrounding area. Now that he was paying attention, he spotted three figures down below. He didn’t really care. Instead, he glanced back at the other guy in the room, giving him a half-hearted smile. “So about that water…?”