Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-39280634-20191111200947

(Everyone)

After getting their respective drinks, Lance already finished his vodka in large gulps while Meri is still meekly sipping on her lemonade. Both are deep in thoughts after meeting yet another unruly character, someone just as bad as Cerberus, in Lance's opinion.

He checks on Meri to see if she is still sound of mind, whispering their thoughts and reasurances to one another; Meri was usualy an upbeat girl, always keeping optimism no matter how dire the situation. Not really the kind to falter easily, despite getting frightened by the various spectacles she has seen here for the first time. Beneath all that however... always lurked a cripling fear of the Order. A side effect caused by persecutions against herself and her father for daring to raise her and her step sister, ever since she was a child. Worsened by the departure of her father and sister many years ago. At the moment, she could not speak.

In contrast, it was up to Lance to stand up and provide her with support, despite he himself having many, hidden anxieties. But it helped that his personal outrage was a good substitute for rezolve. Unlike his earlier, more conservative demeanor, he was now riled up by the events that just unfolded.

Lance turns to all who were sitting at the bar that moment and asks with fervor: "Who the hell was 'Conan the Barbarian' over there ? And how the hell did he even got invited here ?"