The Bombardier's Brewery

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Clearly dismayed at the rude awakening, Vincent shakes his head to clear it and does his best to will away a very familiar headache, the sort caused by drinking too much scotch after a late night's work. Either somebody must have been kind enough to simply let him pass out right where he'd been sitting all night drinking, or they'd missed him altogether.

He scratched his chin whilst blearily blinking his way to full consciousness.

Bluh. Andrew-bot, I'll need a young priest and an old priest and... Scratch that, actually. First of all, I will need coffee. That and whatever's on today's breakfeast menu might be enough to exorcise the remainder of my hangover.

He looked around the room before fixing his gaze on Raynold.

Oi! New guy! Bleeding marvelous way of ingratiating yourself to a senior employee, you tit! Throwing water in my face... Try that again, and I will be throwing things back, you know. Maybe some spare rocks from the ore storage.

With that, the grumbling captain focused on his coffee while he waited for his meal to arrive.