Snippet #2675894

When the woman started questioning his strength, a cocky smirk took hold of his lips. Never mind the stuff about being a woman, but the comments about Azurei liquor made him scoff. He actually laughed at it.

But Talmar's laugh went silent when she accused Visigoth of being thugs. He didn't have an answer for that, only because he agreed. And her, "training," whatever that implied, meant nothing to him. All he had to start with was a smirk and a giggle.

"You know, you should write comedy for the lords, that was pretty funny," the captain replied. "Well, I'm here, sitting on the ground because I'm drunk off my rocker and I felt like giving Chrolus a rustle in the undergarments and seeing what happened. And I might've gotten drunk sooner and none of this might have actually happened if your people's liquor wasn't watered down ale. But hey, if that's what you like," he began rambling.

"You know what I bet you like?" Talmar kept going, pointing his hand at Ridahne, "living. And y'know, I happen to be familiar with the people who run this place now, and I happen to know they don't like Sota there on the ground. And they're more than willing to kill at least one of us if it doesn't happen," he said rather casually, trying to stand himself up.

"Listen," the captain said, speaking in a softer voice so as not to be heard, "I'm surprised enough I was able to block Chrolus' sword back in the building. In all honesty, you should be dead right now, and I'll be able to get you out of all this mess soon enough, because I don't want to deal with someone who is only going to be uncooperative. But first, I gotta sleep this off, and you have to help me get there."

He walked over to a large spool where an abundant length chain was wrapped around; it was the counterweight before he cut it down. He put his hands down on the spool to help lower himself to a sitting position, and began unwrapping the chain.

"Now help me tie this."