[i]"This moron can HEAR you."[/i]

Laius growled from his position in the bed just before the mercenary smashed a chair over his bed, nearly hitting him in the process. Nope, it was official. He regretted making the choice to speak to these gentleman IMMENSELY. First, he was halted in his endeavors the night before by the dark mage. It was rather hard to return to your room with some volptuous barmaids when there was a strange dark mage curled up in the corner of your room like some kind of cat. Then, when all he wanted to do was sleep into the morning and shake off the dull throbbing caused by the alcohol he had consumed the night before, he was assaulted by the mercenary whom he hired the night before. Honestly, insulting him and then trying to bludgeon him awake? He was beginning to think this man's odd habits were caused by some kind of head wound by the way he acted. The fuming prince sat up in the bed he had rented, now covered in wood splinters and nose-blood from the dark mage who had been hit by the flying debris. 

[i]"Get ooooout."[/i] The groggy mage hissed at both the mercenary and the dark mage, although his ire was very clearly at the property destroy more than the nose pincher. He grabbed one of the lumpy pillows that once laid under his head and raised it up to fling it at the dark cloaked imbecile. Unfortunately, his rage got the better of him and the pillow combusted from the sparks of magical energy that danced of his finger tips. He flung the flaming pillow at the man before reaching for a second to do it again.