Wade felt the water wash over him and bring him back into soberness. The anger welled up inside of him as he clenched the grip of his crossbow, having it in mind to shoot the first person he laid eyes on in the head. His eyes quickly landed on a pirate like figure, seeming older and more experienced. Her looks definitely delighted his eyes and his senses felt alive for a moment. For once while sober, he felt something. It really was not just sexual for a moment.

Unfortunately, his mind ended up going into the gutter and he lost any feeling he had, only leaving a bitter husk of a human being. He looked to the young boy that was headed out with them, thinking of how he had killed many that were at his age before. That was that, however. Wade had yet to fully pay the price of his crimes and be free from the burden. Sometimes, he thought he would never be free. He would bear the burdens of the people he killed for the rest of his life after all. 

There was something he was told when he was younger by an old sergeant-at-arms that he recalled. [i]"Look the people you kill right in their eyes and never forget them, because they will never forget you."[/i] Sometimes, when he looked into the eyes of the living he saw only the dead. Perhaps that was why he had lost feeling. Because he was already dead inside.

Finally, he pulled himself out of his head, pulling out a pipe and sticking a strange leaf into it. He used friction to create a little spark, allowing him to puff on the pipe and get it smoking. He breathed in the smoke, calming himself and bringing his mind to the present. 

Wade simply walked next to the wagon, preferring his own two legs over that of a horse. He might ride in a wagon every now and then, but that was for the lack of better options. Now they were going at a good pace, so he walked. His attention went through everything that was occurring around him, tossing it through his now thoughtful mind.

His eyes finally came to the squire tagging around the paladin, and he felt very old. He had noted how the paladin had treated the squire and wasn't even partially on the paladins side. "What an ass." He muttered, then looking to the squire and said, "Why the fuck you wanna be a paladin?" His mind would never be able to grasp why anyone would want to live with a bunch of rich pricks who used the low ranking men-at-arms to do the dirty work, like killing entire villages. He always associated paladins with the nobles of different fiefdoms. He remembered how great it was to kill nobles, them never quite understanding how they could die to a 'lowly' man-at-arms. He loved the look on their faces when he stabbed them over and over again. He just couldn't get enough of killing the pricks.

Some day, however, he would have to stop being such a psychopathic killer. Some day he would probably be put in his grave for it. For now he would have to make the best of it.

Wade pulled out his water skin, which miraculously carried water, and offered it to the squire. The water skin was accompanied by a piece of bread. "You actually look like shit, kid. You really should just find a nice job as a tailor or a butcher or something that doesn't involve killing." He scratched his head, noting the fact that he had just included butcher in a list of jobs that [i]didn't involve killing[/i].