The scene of the bar was no doubt quite chaotic, what with the fight that occurred for a short period of time. It had been quickly dispatched and silenced. This unnerved one man as he would loved to have joined in, but his senses were rather dulled at the moment. The man was simply known as Wade, and his attention was currently diverted towards vomiting in a bucket. He had gotten himself completely drunk before the day had even gone dark, and he had seemed to show no signs of stopping. He wanted to live in a perpetual world of drunkenness. 

He would never tell you this, but he got himself so inebriated to feel something again. Even if it was only for a little while. 

Wade finished his vomiting, finally bringing his attention to what he had noticed earlier. It was a posting for a mission from the Holy Order. Although he hated any dealings with the holy orders, or the government for that matter, he knew them to pay well. He was more than obliged to take them up on the offer, and took up the new task of locating the paladin. 

It had appeared that the man with a rather [i]holier than thou[/i] look about him was the one issuing the quest. Not to mention the man had been talking loudly about the quest and that he had declared that he was a paladin. He appeared to have a good sizable group gathered around him, and appeared to be more than content to voice his opinion of one of them in particular. Wade hadn't really the patience for a paladin, they always annoyed him. He would have to deal with this one for pay's sake.

Wade began heading over, having to stop in his tracks once, to vomit and dry heave for a few minutes. Wade nabbed a bar towel from a table he was passing and wiped his face off with it in an attempt to be more polite. Manners were something he immensely lacked in, mostly due to the fact that he had no idea that he was being rude in the first place. He had killed too many people to care anymore. 

He arrived at the table to find a drink, seemingly left unattended in front of an open chair, almost as if Wade had been given a formal invitation. He put the bucket with the disgusting contents to the side under another table. Giving a toothy grin to the paladin, he welcomed himself to the chair, "Wow, you ain't bad for a paladin." He said, taking the drink and beginning to nurse it. "Something tells me, you're the man with the job." He said, waving a finger around, weakly leaning against the table.

"I don't have a letter of introduction or anything." He said, ending his sentence with what seemed like stomach acid rising in his throat. He sent it back down with the rum. "With that said," He gave a small attempt at covering his mouth, before giving off a loud belch. he took a few seconds, made sure that was all, and continued. "I am a skilled fighter, so you CAAAAN count on me." He leaned to the side, seemingly losing his balance, but gaining it back and bringing himself to lean against the back of the chair. He continued to nurse at the rum, seemingly enjoying it for the simple fact that it was free.