Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-26571677-20160411074322

He bit into a leg of pork, and chewed it down, accompanying it with some bread. The nauseating feelings were coming back, and eating greasy, albiet delicios, food didn't help. At all. That's why he ate very slowly, chewing through each part very slowly, savouring the taste, and also preventing the stuff that was supposed to be inside, come out to the outside. What interested him was the man he was going to presumably work under. He hadn't ever seen the man, and he seemed somewhat...different to the other commanders. He wasn't sure why, but Asper wasn't one to mistrust his instincts. He'd been saved by them many times, after all.

When Laura proposed the toast, he stood up, with a smile on his face. He held his honeyed-whiskey up high, and announced,

"To The Pilgrims! May it live long, and become ever stronger!"