Snippet #1472706

The Deep Human looked up from his small prayer after hearing a discussion in the distance. His ears were a lot sharper without the din of battle clogging his senses, and he recognized the growling voice as Caine. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but as he tried to determine the source of the sound he turned to see Talae and Caine over at an open space. Sparring? Just after a battle? He was slightly confused at this action- but who was he to judge. Of course, he'd been in many enough camps that interrupting a 1 on 1 was like taking a large piss on somebody's dinner in their face. He walked over, however and watched. It wasn't everyday that people had a good-natured sparring session now. Too little time, and the time was always too grim to be wasting energy horsing around.

Besides, in the thick of battle he hadn't been able to see either warriors fight, and he was particularly interested to see how his partner Talae did while he was busy punching a Lamia unconscious. Beforehand, he pulled out a butterfly sword- he hadn't had the time to inspect the weapon until now. Checking the edge, he knew that it required sharpening despite the durable, heavy blade. He resheathed it, making note that he'd do it later. His whetstones were in his tent anyways. Then it hit him. He had left his goddamn crossbow out in the field. His goddamn customized crossbow that cost him a pretty penny and a ton of time to learn how to use is fucking gone.

He cursed under his breath, looking away to make sure that nobody took this the wrong way. He would have to get some kind of substitute. Taking the makeshift crossbow arrows that were made for his weapon, he angrily stuck them into the ground. [i]God fuckin' damn it.[/spoiler] He thought as he turned back to watch the fight.

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She finished her third drink just as the bartender tossed some mugs of liquor down to the newcomer. Mercy debated on ignoring her, because most Nightmarians outside of Ecclavaria were exiled or insane. However as her vision began to get funky she disregarded the idea. Taking a large swig of the fourth mug she turned her entire waist toward the Dragonfly.

"Never thought I'd see one of us outside of Ecchie, dear." She said softly, Her eight voluminous red eyes blinking out of unison. She tapped the wooden bar, and three more mugs were placed on the table in front of her by a very disgruntled looking barman. "Got tired of Antsies trying to get under your shell?"