Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213185955/@comment-17114085-20151213212501

"I am sure a fine soldier like yourself can take care of himself." The Businessman tried to butter up the mercenary.

"Fuck off, I've lost partners to the fairgrounds before. I ain't going there." The mercenary said again. "Now leave before I shot you."

The businessman raised his hands. "Alright, alright." As he walked away he muttered something to himself. He left the makeshift bar and went to the northern corner of the trading post.

Reming followed him.