Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24416658-20140306231249

Tanner paused, then grabbed his weapon, keeping it in blade form.

"I am sorry, friends, but I do not feel secure without my weapon at my side. Let us go and find ourselves a tavern. I am famished and I thirst. A good Ale would do me well." With that, Tanner walked out of the room, wearing his chainmail armor under his opened fringe jacket, and putting the helmet on. He turned to his teamamtes.

"However, I do have some to ask of thee. It is quite likely that the cowboy shall attempt to start a quarrel in whatever tavern we visit, but only when he drinks more than he should. If this were to happen, I ask thee to strike me here," Tanner indicated a spot on his head, "And this forme of me shal return." After explaining this, Tanner turned to Albastru.

"The cowboy thinks highly of you, Sir Albastru. He considers your abilities in battle to surpass even his." Tanner gave a small nod to Albastru, before heading down the hall.