Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20171014214221

"It's a good place." Fritz replied, taking a close look at the photo that Gretel brought up. "I like the wings at Chaffy's pub more but I definetly agree: Inferno Pizza's good stuff. If it weren't so far from where I live, I'd go more often."

He very closely squinted his eyes at one of the people in the back. "I think I saw a few of these people the last time I was there, but I only go once a month for Thirsty Thursdays."

Despite all the talk about Sahali fighters being a very pragmatic sort, they still had a lot of things that were deemed honorable or dishonorable. Usually, these went hand-in-hand (no civilian casualties unless you want more attention than you'll find healthy, feel free to use a taser first but always have Armor-Piercing for then the defecation hits the ventilation) but some of them were just because it was the right thing to do. One of those was that watering holes were always safe places: following 1 Sahali merc to a bar to exact revenge when he least expected it was a great way to get the entire bar wanting a piece of you.

However, Fritz had a very strong feeling that Master's Realm wouldn't extend that same honor to him so he saw no reason to return the favor.

"Anyway, I'd be up for it, we'll run this by Hargreave when we get back home. So far the big issue I see with trying to hit them there is it's a public place; too many witnesses. I never bring my work scroll with me when I head out and I'd imagine they do the same so pickpocketing's probably not the best idea..."

While one man was trying to defuse the awkward situation, another man was just throwing fuel into the fire as a certain grating showtune played off his chest-mounted scroll.

...Curb your Withheld Information...

"Good to hear that; it's always nice that someone is willing to be the good guy in this crazy world we live in." the Rattlesnake said, returning to her previous tone, as she climbed into one of the vans set to arrive at Windstorm Valley.

"I've got to get going, but I look forward to talking more in person." she hung up and took a deep breath, wondering whether or not she truly wanted to set up shop outside of the main city. Honara always enjoyed city life and found Vale much more tolerable than Fritz, considering how she had a few other friends and connections that were set up there too, she had much more reason to stick around with Hargreave. Sure, Windstorm valley was likely a good deal safer than Vale at the moment but Honara was an Eliminator first and a corporate understudy second; she could take care of herself.

As she looked around wistfully, her eyes landed on Beverly who was now finally dressed and getting ready to go.

I wonder...



"Which one?" the woman smiled and retrieved a trio of scrolls from her handbag, holding them out like a fan of cards. Each had a symbol of the kingdoms doodled in the corner to indicate which country code it would have when calling.

"I have heard of Tenth." she set the scrolls down on a nearby table as she took a seat and flipped through the drink menu. "The Adherents called the massacre there an act of Justice by the Holy Beasts, but I'm willing to call it an Inside Job." she settled on ordering a plain tea and passed the menu to Everest.

"It's like you said, how could a town that was home to some of this kingdom's finest be so easily toppled? When the Adhrerents claim the Beasts have enacted thier justice on a fortress or village, it's only because the Adherents themselves sent agents to prepare the way..."