Bulwar stretched out fully as his brother spoke and they waited for companions to show up. [color=9e0b0f]"We're always profitable brother, the question is [i]how[/i] profitable are we going to be. I'm hoping for some rare spawns myself."[/color]

Bulwar waved at Mai'lo as he approached. [color=9e0b0f]"I'm not sure, but the more the merrier I always say."[/color] He said with a smile that changed to a slight grimace at the mentioning of their 'strict tactics.' [color=9e0b0f]"Be that as it may, while it might not 'mesh' with other people's fighting styles; it's designed to keep us [b]ALIVE.[/b] Because as I'm sure you're aware, a slight fault in battle will get your brain microwaved like last night's leftovers."[/color] He sighed and took a deep breath. [color=9e0b0f]"My apologies. As it seems noone else shall be joining us, let us be off."[/color] He turned and proceeded to make his way out of the north gate.