Overture

[AAB]

Isabel turned to see Lord Biltmore addressing her, and stepped back out of the hall to go to him. The paladin had never seen Lord Biltmore before, but by the man's garb and tone she judged him to be of importance here.

"Lord Biltmore I presume?" Isabel asked. Had she been wearing her helmet, she would have removed it. But Isabel had not worn it all day, preferring to go bare-headed when not in battle. She reasoned that she was safer wearing the rest of her armor, but with her head exposed the argument was weak. If Isabel were honest with herself, she would admit that wearing it did not feel as awkward as carrying it. The helmet was small enough to keep tied to her back with a strip of leather.

Isabel heard a voice behind her shout about a strategy. She assumed it to be the rough-looking woman...perhaps the two in there were familiar with battle and had been called on by Lord Biltmore as strategic advisors.

"Perhaps both, perhaps neither," Isabel replied to Lord Biltmore, "I have come from the Mountain Paladins, and you could say that I am their message, as their response to yours was to send me. Thus I may also be a member of the group, if it is the group I think it to be."

 

[Wordsmith]

The warrior actually returned a wolfish grin at the barbari's response. Gritting his teeth, the weathered drunk seemed more animal than human for a moment. Nodding his head in agreement of Naomi's courage, Wolf slid the short sword in his belt. "Excellent proposition, my lady..." stupid woman, have you ever wondered exactly why your tribe was wiped out... The warrior picked up two stilettos and looked at them for a moment, then back at Naomi, "It seems that we shall be taking Point in this group... that is--"

Wolf's eyes suddenly shot to the door of the mansion. The newcomer marched into the hall stone-faced and armored to the tooth. Immediately, Wolf's sub-conscience insecurities kicked in; irrational fear overcame his spine like a bolt of lightening, a sixth sense so to speak. A paladin? Reluctantly I must proceed... the ale definitely is watered... Lord Biltmore... Teran... I must improve my position quickly...

Concealing his thoughts, the drunkard nodded with a wolfish smile plastered on his face. His voice was deep, hoarse and edgy, "Welcome paladin! I believe Lord Biltmore shall be return at some point,"

Turning back to Naomi, "I am known as Wolf to allies and enemies alike," As Isabel awaited the lord's presence, the drunk veteran and the barbari continued with the weapons. He stopped talking now because of the paladin. Wolf figured to load himself with a reasonable amount of weapons and equipment. The unarmored girl walked back in randomly, then left again; the veteran didn't pay her any mind though. In the end, Wolf could not decide what to carry... he just needed more specifics.

Finally, Biltmore returned much to the warrior's relief. Stepping forward along with the paladin, Wolf waited patiently and politely. His eyes darted back and forth between Isabel and Biltmoure.Ahhh, so a paladin seeks to aid us... what kind of quest is this Biltmore... the ale is definately watered... HA-HUH-DAMN! A crazy bitch... a stupid barbari...a pretty boy with a big sword... a shady ass motherf**ker... and now a paladin, HA-- "--And me..." Wolf said chuckling quietly as his drunken mind wandered.

Drunk and not being very careful, Wolf decided to make a move. He coughed and spat, "Apologies Lourd Biltmoure," he started off with his rough voice, "I do not mean to be presumptuous, nor do I lack any respect, however to perform to the highest quality... to execute our mission... to achieve victory, Lourd Biltmoure... I must know everything there is to know about the task at hand--specifics... terrain.. objectives... maybe a full debriefing of the last expedition? I am no simple soldier here to take a blind order of suicide..."

Wolf looked at Isabel with a strange stare for a second, "I have fought in many wars, my lord... and paladins are never called to fight in land campaigns..."

Thus the sell-sword veteran tried to test the paladin and Biltmore's intentions.

 

[Sans]

Rorian came in strolling with his gear and was fashionably late as he liked to call it. He had probably missed the debriefing entirely, but it wasn't the worst thing that could happen. His fiddle was tightly and securely latched on to back and his leather knapsack was full of traveling necessities like rations, a few coins, spare clothes, and a blanket. He walked in to the fine establishment and admired the structure.

"My someone has been living well!" He spotted the Barbarian woman and the gruff looking guy, "Are you all that's going!? You really can't be serious! You guys look terrifying, but three is small number! Oh is that ale?"

Rorian spat the ale out the moment he tasted, "YUCK! What is that!? That tasted terrible!"

Soon Rorian noticed the Paladin standing there too, "A Paladin!? Guess our group has four! I've never seen a paladin up close before. I'm usually running from them. So anyway, I'm with the rugged looking caveman, what did happen to the people on the last expedition? If they were anything like, I can't imagine it ended tastefully. I was expecting you know... more people. Gorgeous looks like mine don't get you every where, though they should."


Naomi looked at the newcomer. What idiot carried an instrument on a mission that would require combat? She shook her head. This was going to be a long expedition from the looks of it. Furthermore, why would he refer to Wolf as a caveman. The assumption was most certainly absurd.

"Not really that much of a preposition," Naomi said nonchalantly, "It's just all I was trained to do."

Naomi dropped the subject abruptly and stretched out. She strung her long bow over her back and readjusted her great axe and strapped her hand axes to her sides. Even though she didn't like what the newcomer said, he had a good point about the group. She looked up at Lord Biltmore and waited for him to say something.

 

[AAB]

Isabel gazed on Wolf with suspicion. The fellow was obviously drunk, but men were known to reveal their true thoughts while in a stupor. He seemed to believe it was a suicide mission...in all honesty, Isabel thought that may be the case. Or at least, she thought her fellow paladins thought that may be the case. As though she had been intentionally chosen for a suicide mission...that was to expected, though. She was the Invincible, and this was not a task for the Dextrous or the Virtuous.

"I have fought in many wars, my lord... and paladins are never called to fight in land campaigns..." the drunken man continued. Just then, a boy burst in and spewed words as if he had been holding in a mouthful that he couldn't swallow. Isabel raised her eyebrows slightly but chose not to respond to him. If he were in the habit of running from paladins, there must be something wrong with him...a pickpocket at the very least. 'Twould be best to keep an eye on him.

Isabel turned back to Wolf, considering her words carefully. Fortunately, Lord Biltmore spoke before she had to.

 

[Akuma]

Alexander gazed shifted as his old doctor friend Perseus mad his way into the scene, what an interesting gathering of warriors. But it was already to late before Alexander could save the women from the doctor, but his quick words hit her and it pushed her away quite easily. Alexander rubbed the back of his neck a bit taking a swig from his cup and rolling his neck he clearded his throat and spoke jokingly to the doctor " Ay, of course it be like water to you, you are used to many different tastes in your mouth " his jokes poor but funny enough to make him reel over the bar and laugh. He stopped laughing so hard and looked over his shoulder at what seemed like a large group of hooded men, they had been there for a while but it had not bothered Alexander still he caught their gaze which made him feel uncomfortable in ways. Alexander looked at the doc and at the people then back to the doc as if to make him note to watch his back around here, the doctor could handle himself but there is no need for a sneak attack around here.

 

[Squee]

By no means had Perseus intended to offend the lady that seemed to be Alexanders friend, but nothing was said about it, so he shrugged it off. Had he not been finished tending to his patients then he wouldn't be here, but he'd already visited his last and made sure they were well off, even directing a few to another doctor should he not return. It was a frightening possibility, the idea of him dying in combat was new. Alexander was quick to crack a joke about the tastes Perseus preferred, but there was no denying the truth. "Ah, too true, I fancy the hard drinks a bit much," spoke the doctor with a chuckle. While he assumed the seat that was now left open, his friend had seemed to be giving him a signal to be careful. Without looking to raise suspicion, Perseus nodded and placed one hand on his lap mere inches away from his knife. He'd never used it in a fight before, but it was quite effective or intimidation.

"I missed the briefing, not entirely sure who we're going with. I got a few names, but names tell me little of them. Does our crew look promising?" He asked not for the sake of knowing what they will have, but knowing who will be in the front lines taking the most punishment. Remembering this, he took note to get some chain mail for himself. Full armor would be nice, but his body wasn't trained to carry such weight, however even so, protection was a necessity. It would be quite inconvenient for their doctor to need a doctor.

 

[Tanstin]

"Whaddya mean Im not a hero?!" An elderly voice spoke

"Listen old timer, I told you to beat it four hours ago, and asking me now ain't changing my answer." Another, more younger and clearly bothered voice replied as the sun began to set.

"But you let that woman in armor through! Didn't yer parents ever teach you ta' respect yer elders?"

"Well, she's on Biltmore's expedition, I can't let you through these gates if you cant even state your business."

The man grumbled for some time before turning away and beginning to walk back where he came from. Quickly, he turned around and ran past the guard, through the gates, laughing while he did so.

He heard the faint cry of anger from the guard some distance back as he tried to chase an elderly person moving extremely quick for a person of his age. He darted into an alley and made an extremely complicated beeline throughout the entire residential area. Little did he know, the guard gave up half an hour ago.

He fished out a map of Biltmore in one of his many satchels where he knew almost every single item was placed.

"Aha! Theres Biltmore manor!" A grin flew up on his face and began to head towards his destination. The guard had managed to get ahead of him, malevolently reading a book while evilly sitting on a stool of foul intentions. He took this chance to increase pace and dashed past him into the entrance. He jumped through the open door and quickly found himself outside the town gate. Apparently he was reading the map upside down, and no sooner was he arrested.

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A guard came through the manor where four of the heroes had been staying and tossed him onto the floor, many of his baubles and items of all sorts including some pots and pans flew out of his bags and fell to the ground in a clatter.

The guard spoke. "Lord Biltmore, this man allegedly claims that he is one to come on the expedition, upon stopping him he refused to state his business and tried to enter with force, I simply arrested him when I next found him, what do you propose?"

Meanwhile the man was simply grumbling while trying to collect the items that had been dropped, after finishing he quickly put on a grin and dusted himself off.

"My apologies for arriving late sir, I was merely delayed, but I made it here didn't I? You look like you could use a new chalice, I could help you with that, and maybe a robe for that barbarian lady, hey you could use a hat as well!"

He began digging through other satchels fishing out all sorts of items.

"I actually knew this dagger belonged to an old prince, it was a royal butter knife, and it can be yours for only three coppers! Whaddya say? any takers?"

He quickly flashed the knife and other baubles to the onlookers while flashing a grin

 

[White]

On her short walk, she suddenly remembered something she completly overheard within her annoyance with herself on her way out the mansion. Naomi called her to come back.
She felt bad for completly blacking out Naomi.
"I will have to ask her for an apology when the time is right..." she said quietly.
It shames her, beeing in escort business for three years she should have learned to not black out the ones she is supposed to protect.

She made her way back to the mansion, now calm, still with a guilty feeling towards naomi for having been unjust.
Upon entering the manor she saw three new faces.

A woman in full armor, she did not wear a helm.
Could be one of Biltmores Knights... But then wouldnt she be a bit too well equipped?

A man in a green shirt in his early twenties with an instrument on him.
An entertainer? I sure hope he can protect himself and the weapons on him arent just for decoration there.

And last an old man, down on the ground. who seems to be offering his wares to the people present in the hall.
A merchant... Havnt seen him within the guild before. Probably a free lancing merchant.
Noticing the guard she added to her thought And a thief probably...

Seeing how a "situation" is going on with the seeming merchant she circeled around him and slowly moved to Naomi, a familiar face in the pool of stranger.

 

[UltimaCircuit]

Umbra watched the five black figures enter the inn, and he instantly got a bad vibe from the group. The thief instinctively stood up before walking out of the inn like Karren had previously done. He took in a deep breath of air before looking back at the entrance of the inn. It wasn't right to judge others by their appearance, but the black figures were an exception. The last thing he needed was members from the cult in Stonegate to find him again and take him back. Goosebumps came upon his skin as the thought of being tortured once more ran through his mind.

"I got to get my mind off of this..."

Whenever he was stressed, he would try to steal something. The feeling and rush of almost getting captured was orgasmic to him, almost more orgasmic than having intercourse with another of the opposite gender. Umbra walked back to the home of the Lord before slowly pushing the door inward, trying to make as little noise as possible. When he crept in he noticed another woman who looked to be a valiant warrior. A small sigh came from him as thoughts of ladies went through his mind. 'More and more valiant people are something I don't need... why can't there be women as dark as me... wait... that Karren girl seemed pretty strange, walking into an alleyway by herself and asking for those items... maybe me and her could strike up a conversation... after the steal of course...' Umbra quietly crept to the stairs that led up, hoping that the shroud of shadows would keep him from his comrades view. Of course, there was no way that he could rely on that alone. His steps up the stairs were quick and precise, and he came upon many rooms. The room to his left held a golden chalice with a large ruby in it.

"... It will sell..."

He rolled into the room before grabbing the chalice, quickly opening his bag and stuffing the treasure within. He grinned under his mask, seeing that his work was complete. Umbra was about to leave the room but the moonlight coming from the window of the office entranced him. He walked to it before looking outside at the moon and the town.

"... Who were those dark figures..."​

 

[Eternalfire61]

"Good to see that you all have made the journey here. The rest of your colleagues are having a drink at The Greenfoot Inn, but I'm sad to say that their fun will end soon." Biltmore snapped his fingers and a guard rushed to his side. It almost seemed choreographed as Biltmore pointed to the balcony and the guard ran outside. The guard rushed outside and did not return, but he was soon replaced by Teran who entered after the guard. "We need to leave soon Biltmore, the horses will be weary now." Biltmore didn't speak, he just smiled as he heard the bell clanging to call back the warriors. "The call has been made Teran, your party will soon ride upon the horizon." Teran rolled his eyes at Biltmore as he noticed what the old man was holding. "I know what this is, it belonged to King Ernett's son, he gifted it to his son after the revolution ended." Teran pulled out three coppers for the old man and offered it to him.

* * *

The hooded group in the back of the bar eyed the group as they spoke. They all turned to each other and began to approach the group when they were paused by the clanging of the bell. "Shit." The group all formed a line and exited out the door. As each one of them exited they began to say some sort of chant, like a prayer to the gods. "Entas meynhol noet." The people in the bar didn't notice the group leave as they continued to drink and share in good time. As the bartender slid over another drink he went over to the group and put both of his hands on the table. "Tha' is the sound o' the bell, 'ou should get ther' before he is angry." The bartender swiped some drool from his mouth and continued to serve the patrons of the bar. It was a dark night, the kind of night that made the stars glisten like gems. This night would be one to remember.
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[Sans]

Naomi watched the girl without armor enter the room. The desire to discuss a strategy had faded. She was about to open her mouth to say something and then didn't. Naomi was certain she would receive the same silence that she had gotten from Karren as she had at first. Naomi was glad that things were finally starting to move forward. She yawned nonchalantly and prepared her travel bag. It wasn't much besides a blanket and small fold up tent. Her weapons were clean now and she looked ready for travel.

Naomi wondered what Lord Biltmore meant about her future companions' fun nearing its end. It seemed odd, but she thought it best she didn't ask until a later time. There was even a slight possibility that it wasn't her business.

Rorian prepared his own traveling gear and readied himself to go. He was feeling really good about going on an expedition even the people he was going with were a little bit sketchy. He yawned and decided that once they were on the road he would play his fiddle. There was nothing like good old music to pass the time during travel. Perhaps he could even sing a song about the group itself. He smiled at the possibility and stretched himself out preparing himself for the long trip ahead.

 

[AAB]

Isabel glanced in Wolf's direction, wondering whether the drunkard was familiar with paladins, or whether he had simply been in many wars and never seen one. It was true that paladins generally avoided things of this nature, but Isabel was not sure it would be right to explain the consideration behind her being sent.

As Biltmore and Teran discussed the start of their journey, Isabel introduced herself to those she would be traveling with, or at least to those in the room.
"I am Isabel the Invincible," she announced, "and I have been sent to aid you as you travel. You may call on my services if ever you are in danger."
As speeches went, it was a poor one. But it wasn't a speech; it was an introduction. Speeches were for leaders to make.
The paladin had just arrived and had not unpacked, so she had nothing to pack. Thus she remained as she was, standing near the entrance, as the others prepared to leave.

 

[Wordsmith]

Another man blundered into Lord Biltmore's manor (along with Karren, who once again escaped Wolf's mind). A scowl began to sink into the warrior's face as the new addition put off his question from Biltmore. The light-hearted Rorian looked to be a strong companion, but Wolf doubted him slightly because of his antics. Naomi seemed to get a bad vibe too, but she did not directly speak on it.

Next an old man crashed through the doors. The skragly man was bearded and carrying bags full of random rubbish. He wildly tried to sell his stupid butter knife. The drunkard suddenly laughed at the scene though, Is this supposed to be a serious mission? This is a joke... To top it all off Biltmore decided to ignore his request for information. Taking a long draught from the barbari's liquor, Wolf's scowl returned ...disrespectful c*nts... Teran began the summons for the journey to begin, but still nothing from Lord Biltmore.

Wolf stood silent thinking to himself for a minute. His tipsy ego was twisting and turning in his mind. I hate that shyke!! Wolf took one more swig of Naomi's fire-water. Screw the bullshyke, it's time to get their damn attention...

Gripping the sword over his head, Wolf shouted in a low, gravely voice, "HUUUUUU-UH!!" Suddenly, he began to bang his shield and sword together making a clamour that none could ignore. Stopping only when all eyes where on him, Wolf spoke outloud, "Have thee no respect for orderly conduct among warriors!? I have spoken true words, only to be spat in the face and ignored,"

Pausing for a moment he slowly walked over to Teran, "It's about time we find out who in our group is made from the sternest stuff," In a mocking tone, Wolf slapped Teran's sheathed blade with the flat of his sword, "Who wants to go first?" The veteran then turned to the paladin. Even in his drunk state, he could still give anyone a run for their money, "How about you paladin? Engarde!?!?"

Wolf was determined to show the group he was the best, for mere respect even.

 

[White]

Karren carried her stuff hidden, out of the sight of people. And as it is that she waited.

The Armored woman introduced herself to everybody within the room. Isabel, huh...

The Drunkard started to make noise, carefully following him. Caution and experience made her feel very tense and as such she straightened her back, ready to draw the blade whenever necessary.
Aegis aswell, reacted to the drunkards noise.

"It's about time we find out who in our group is made from the sternest stuff"
"Who wants to go first?"
Karren watched the drunkard turn to Isabel
"How about you paladin? Engarde!?!?"

What a fool.

Karren spoke, with her authorative voice to the Drunkard:
"Attack any of the group and I will put you down drunkard, You are beeing paid to follow what you are told to do. And if you start trouble with the other group member you have no place in this expedition. Now either follow along willingly or leave. Nobody is asking you to stay!"

Aegis, Karrens raven, readied herself for an incoming attack.
A cloaked person bystander is watching the happenings. Under his cloak, a hidden crossbow. The crossbow, ready to fire.

 

[Wordsmith]

Strangely enough, Karren was the one who spoke up against him. Her words were lined with authority, but Wolf did not believe it. Admittedly her voice shook him, but he was trained not to react to mere fear. The warrior turned towards the unarmored lady.

"What you say, punk?" the grizzly man said in a raspy voice, "This isn't personal, Karen. No one is going to get hurt... Have you never sparred with comrades before a battle?"

Wolf spat and chuckled, "Raise it up, with me Karren?" the veteran lifted his sword up casually...

 

[AAB]

Why was this man taunting his allies? Ah, yes. The drunkenness. People often behaved badly when drunk. He claimed it was sparring, but sparring was never done in a meeting hall.

As Wolf raised his sword in defiance of the white-haired lass, Isabel's instinct was to draw her own sword and block his. But she realized that would be an answer to his challenge, and his challenge should not be answered...at least not here.

Isabel did step forward. But instead of reaching for her own weapon, she reached for Wolf's. Her hand gripped the veteran's wrist as she tried to force it down.

"Were you in better health you would see the folly in this," Isabel said, "doubtless there will be time for practice once we are on our way, if you are in need of such activities." After she spoke, Isabel realized she had made a poor choice of words. Some may consider that a personal challenge.

 

[Sans]

Naomi looked up at Wolf and grinned, "I'll tell you what, I will have a friendly sparring match with you once we get a move on. I'll think of it as a test to see which of us would fight the best together. I'm assuming we won't have to fight each other on the battlefield. At least I hope not."

Naomi walked up to Isabel and was scared for her. She grabbed the woman's hand. Surprisingly, Naomi's grip had been gentle rather than forceful, "I understand what you're trying to do, but it is never wise to grab another's weapon. It is disrespectful where I come from and can only mean you wish to accept the challenge that was offered before you. There is another way that this situation can be handled."

Rorian was interested in Wolf's challenge, but like everyone else he agreed now was not the time, "I'd be willing to accept your challenge if it wasn't for the fact that Lord Biltmore is literally right there and the possibility that all our questions may be answered if we give Lord Biltmore the chance. Besides, didn't he just say that we'd be leaving soon. Would the evening not be perfect for the challenge you issued upon all of us? As a man it hurts my pride that I can't fight you right this moment because I believe that I could give you a run for your money!"

 

[Tanstin]

He rose an eyebrow at Teran's historical knowledge and accepted his offer while returning a hearty smile and a nod in approval.

"I see someone has been brushing up on the world around him, I like you good sir."

He said this as he quickly put the coins in one of his pockets


At this point a man by the table made a rather loud noise to grab someones attention of which he due gave his respect to, he spat insults most likely due to his inebriated or just plain frustrated state. But it was obvious that he was no calm soul. Another girl began pipe in with a rebuttal and a threat which would only incite more violence. Now the man was challenging others and some were inclined to accept his challenge.

Willie despised this. People who had only just met fighting each other, just for game was simply immoral. What seemed like a small boastful action both frustrated and saddened him, but his smile remained intact, and his demeanor hearty.

"You kids need to calm down you hear?" He quickly remembered something. "You youngins nowadays still like juggling?"

He took out a bunch of random objects ranging from a banana, a shard of scrap metal, a portable cuckoo clock, and a ball of yarn and began juggling them while he hummed a circus tune. He kept that crazy smile on him always, though strange, it looked oddly amusing

"Back in my day, we settled disputes with a juggling face-off, now its all swords and swinging and whatnot."

 

[White]

Karren watched, silently, how first Isabel then Naomi and last the freelance mechant tried to calm the situation down. Karrent felt a glance of approval of the attempt to.

Karren turned her back to the drunk, looking at the next wall. Simply to hide the small smile caused by those trying to calm it down. She closed her eyes to have a greater focus on her hearing sense, a preparation in case the drunk should start to attack.

"I was hired to protect you from harm. And as such beeing my duty, I would prefer if this drunk would not attempt to cause harm to any of you. If he attacks any of you I am obligated to put him down. I cannot kill him. I was hired to protect him aswell. As a soldier you should understand that attacking your comrades will only make them distrust you drunk. There where is unity, there is strength. How can you act as a unit if you challenge your comrades? You do not know what you have to expect either, we will travel during the night without rest prior and you already want to waste your own and somebody elses strength before our journey started... How irresponsible."

 

[Wordsmith]

Wolf licked his lips and slowly glared at the Paladin. Drunk in his thoughts, the experienced warrior forced himself to think twice before acting. Despite the desire to smash faces, the words of his compains did touch his heart.

Withdrawing his hand from Isabel's grip he snarled, showing a wolfish grin, "Don't touch me paladin," Taking a step back he raised an eyebrow and stared directly into the woman's eyes. Naomi proposed a match once they moved out, but the barbarian's voice was drowned out by Wolf's drunken mind. Rorian on the other hand was completely ignored by the veteran in his stupore. The old peddler tried to diffuse the situation, but Wolf just brushed him off as a elderly craven fool.

Tensed like a cornered animal, the drunkard backed up. He made it clear through body language that things were getting serious. He bared his teeth with a lowly growl. Wolf was about to speak his part, but the stupid bitch Karren spoke up.

I'll fucking kill your dumb bitch ass Karren... motherfucker...

Once the Unarmored Lady was done, Wolf paused for a moment nodding his head. After a few seconds he decided his words. The veteran's gruff voice rang in the midst of the hallowed hall, "First off, fuck you Karren," With that the veteran set the tone.

Showing off his teeth, he began a drunken speech, "What the fuck do you think I am here for bitch?"

Wolf coughed and spat, "I wasn't hired to protect a gods damned thing! I am here to fight," he wiped the spittle from his mouth, "You haven't fought in any war, Karren, don't try to act like you have experience, you wet-behind-the-ears-bitch," He took a long drought from Naomi's fire-water, then grinned wolfishly, "You got anything else to say to me Karren, do it with your blade, because I don't want to hear a fucking thing from you anymore,"

Turning to the Paladin, Wolf made an announcement for everyone to hear, "I am here for glory, honor, and gold. I will do anything for achieve victory. I will do the dirty work. I am no coward: I will be the first to attack. I will use any tactic to win. If you have any moral problems with this then you can fuck off, especially you Miss-Paladin, because I will kill anyone to achieve our goals,"

"Whos with me? Everyone else can ride with this bitch ass paladin and Karren. I only ride with REAL warriors,"

Raising the flask to his lips, he took an even longer drought. He looked at Naomi, nodded, then gave her a toast drinking again. He knew that the barbari would be on his side of things.

"Whatchu say punk!?"