[b]MILO[/b]

Milo stood at attention, instantly taking on the full stoic image on his face, once the Marshal and Alec exited the office, "I will be showing you your lodgings for tonight, Mister Cross." Milo replied, his normally indifferent voice now slightly shaking, but not overly noticeable, "If you will follow me, I will take you to the carriage, and then to your lodgings." Milo said, his indifferent and professional voice now back in full. As Milo lead the way, he looked back at Maria. For only a split second, Milo's face turned to worry. Would he ever see his Captain, again? What exactly was their objective on this upcoming mission? Would he die? Would Alec end up killing him? Milo didn't want to go with the man, he'd rather go through all of training, again, but orders were orders, after all.

[b]SOAH[/b]

As Soah relaxed, he could smell alcohol. Normally, the smell would just fade to him, but ever since Crom had thrown the stuff on his nose, he had figured out that the smell was now almost repulsive. Soah sighed, wondering if he'd ever be able to relax. Lazily, Soah turned his head where he could smell the the alcohol from. As soon as his eyes locked on Crom, Soah bolted up to a standing position. Several thoughts ran through Soah's head, many of them including beating Crom until the man passed out. Soah stared down the man, refusing to speak. Soah could feel the anger building in his body. Soah had spared the man's life, and Crom repaid him by sending him out into the wilderness, almost completely naked. Crom didn't seem to be in any kind of condition to carry out a fight with Soah. This would be the best moment for Soah's revenge. Soah's heart beated faster and faster, thinking of how he could twist Crom's face. After a moment, Soah spoke, "Come to kick me out of the town?" Soah called out, anger in his voice. Soah then spit on the ground in front of him, as if challenging Crom.