Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160516065101/@comment-25924729-20160607122454

Slowly, Dalton stood back up and followed Ale back to his inn. His injuries weren't that bad, a mild scratch in his line of work. That outburst earlier was simply the initial pain, after battle adrenaline had worn off.

On one hand, he really didn't need Ale's help, but it would be rude to refuse, and Dalton simply didn't have the heart to turn down the man. Besides, the offer of free beer appealed to him.

He reentered the bar, noting that the other three thugs had also made their escape. Dalton returned to his table, and gave Bucky a light pat. He then ripped off the already torn sleeve and tied it as a bandage around the wound.

After which, he poured some alcohol to disinfect it, and glanced at the remaining beer, shrugged, and downed it in a single large gulp.