Snippet #2390619

Oreron

Oreron nodded, rotateing his shoulders from the stiffness he felt from them. It wasn't the first time he had been out of the suit, but it had been a long while since then. He motioned his head outside the door and walked out, though swaying somewhat. It felt somewhat odd to be standing upright again, even if the armor restricted him to walking like an animal it was still good to feel like he wasn't one again.

"I know about you two sleeping together. I was there, remember? One of you kicked me somewhat." He said with a rare jest in his voice. Her blushing amused him, but his eyes were focused around the ruined city. The tracker in him coming through.

"As for our drunken friend, he's probably looking for something to drink again. From the looks of it, he'll even follow a drink if he's drunk enough." he said, holding up the bottle. "That's where this comes in." He looked up at the ledges of the building, his eyes darting back and forth.

"How good is your balance?"