Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161206023856/@comment-28970015-20170108191956

Verdell leaned back, viewing everyone with bland interest. He did not remember saying his name at all, but he guessed that no one wanted to hear it. The only one who would have heard was Zincz, and he had chatted with him on the way up. He looked around, viewing the group again. Everyone just seemed out of place. They all had the same expression: casual annoyance. Maybe they had all stopped by that tavern on the way to the mountion. Bad digestion, perhaps? In any case, Verdell cared little.

Verdell pulled a small backpack from under him, having used it as a home-made seat, and rummaged in it. He eventually pulled out a small stove, a coffee tin, seven cups, and a few grimey packets of powder. He began to set the stove up, working as everyone did their own buissness. In a few minutes, the stove was up, and water from his canteen was warming up. Verdell thought about how many minutes would pass before the water would boil. He guessed about three minutes. That was a bit long, but what was he to do. Drink cold coffee? The thought made him gag. So, he tried to continue the conversation for a few minutes.

"Riff-raff? Ha! Havn't heard that word in a while. Anyway, what is there to discuss? I mean, we have one Grimm, and about six people? You can kill a Grimm and one, and capturing one isn't hard. Just smack it on the head and boom, a living carpet. Unless we have to do something drastic, I don't see what is problem here. I mean, you're hiring people off the street. You hired me, of all people. This job can't be too hard, right?"

Vercell looked down at the tiny stove, and saw that the water was finally boiling. He set to work pouring out water to the tiny, dented cups, and arranged them before everyone. Verdell kept two cups in front of him, and began to drink them, alternating between two at random. There was nothing else better to do.