[b]SOAH[/b]

Soah growled for a moment, half disappointed Crom didn't act, and half disappointed that Crom was taking the peaceful route in conversation, "Honor? You're a drunk old man who abandons naked men in the mountain wilderness." Soah said, his voice still rising. "Whatever honor you possessed died a long time ago, old man, that's if you ever even had it in the first place." Soah remarked, gruffly. "I have more honor than you. I wouldn't abandon a person on their own in the wilderness, no matter who it was, and I wouldn't let a person like Adrian go with a group of thugs." Soah added, as he released his tight clench on his fist. His anger was slightly subsiding, as he continued to glare at Crom, unblinkingly. Soah wanted to strike the man in front of him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He might hate the man that stood in front of him, but he respected the old solider more than anyone else in his group. 

[b]MILO[/b]

Milo finished his swig of the bottle, corking it back up, and sitting it beside him. It was likely he would be drinking some of it, again. "The Scouts are among the most elite soldiers in the Empire. Trained to accomplish and carry out a wide variety of missions. Versatility and Adaptability are the calling cards of the Scouts." Milo said, almost disinterested now, with his voice. "Light infantry meant to act and succeed without any kind of support." Milo added. Speaking about the Scouts started to take him back to his training days, when he was a lot younger and more bright-eyed about his future. "Scouts serve without question from their superior officers, and have been taught that the word of officers are God's law." Milo finished, uncorking the brandy bottle and taking another long swig. It had been a while since he had any type of drink. It felt good. He could already feel himself starting to relax.