McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[Silver]

Summers arrived with the so promised bottle. But his eyes were diferent.
Silver squinted her nose as he walked to the booth and let her.. intuition fill in the blanks.

"No worries, Summers. I can relate. And it seems you read my mind of why i am here."

She said with a smirk.
Her hand quickly grabbed the bottle and turned it to see it on a better light.

"Hmmmmm hmmmm. Where the hell you got one of these?"

Summers merely shrugged as he started to get some ice into the glasses.

Silver quickly opened the bottle and poured a good dose in each glass.
Smelling it, she purred.. And then she let the soft velvet like whiskey to go down her throat as it pleased.

"So.. Stickin' it up to the man, are we now?"

Her laugh was like silver. For it rang true.
In her eyes, Summers was a good kid that got stuck to something he loved in the middle of a bad neighborhood.

Bretonians. While their people are fair and somewhat polite, their leaders are gutless clowns with illusions of nobility. Also they are cheap arses when paying.

Rheinlanders. While their miners are hard working people, their military fight a loosing war but still true to their beliefs to the end, their leader is just another one with greatness problems. Probably wasn't breast fed enough when he was a kid. Also they are cheap arses when paying.

Corsairs. People that had the frickin' bad luck to get stuck in a hell hole, to go through an almost eternal war while going through famine, their leaders are blind. For those high and mighty horses, to basically live off piracy and keep fighting a war that is just stupid since the beginning, is just.. well.. Stupid.
And they are cheap arses when paying and wanted to starve their mercs out, go figure.

But Summer's holding it. But loosing something in return.

"Gorram death. Why don't you take them all and sort out the mess later in the grave?"

She thought while sipping the whiskey again.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop