[color=fff200]The blond man speaks with an accent, despite being an auroch native. Possibly a thing of heritage? He drinks from a mug of beer at the bar in the Inn. An untouched platter of meat lies beside him[/color]
[color=fff200]So what is it like, being part of the Virtous Company?[/color]
[color=0076a3]Can not tell. Strictly confidential.[/color]
[color=fff200]Alright...What are the other members like? Can you tell us more about them?[/color]
[color=0076a3][Reignald thinks for a second, takes another drink from the mug] I guess it is ok. Where to start?
The first is Fiers. The bard. He can be a bit...[indistinctive sounds of discussion in the background][Reignald swears in a foreign language and starts shouting] I told you to stay away from his god damn pills!

Where was I? Ah, yes, Fiers, the bard. Good boy. Most of the time. If he learned  to control his tongue as good as he does the lute...You understand

Then theres Alya, the mute one. She is nice. Good listener. She seems to be the only one here who has their temperament under control. Sweet girl, amazing player. Do not let that fool you, she could probably kill you seven different ways before you knew.

Elsie is the healer in the party. She is the one who cure me when I get too hurt. I tell her I don't need healing but she does not listen. She usually just tells me to shut up and let her stitch that cut. [Reignald laughs heartily] She reminds me of my daughter. Always finding a reason to scold you. She likes to act like she hates us, but I'm sure she cares. Just a nursing personality hidden very, very, very deep underneath a resting sour face. [Whispering] Don't tell her I said that, though.

Who else? Ah, right, Rosha. She's an odd one. Doesn't talk much. Likes punching things. Good soldier. A bit too good if you ask me. Never questions orders. Never fails her task. [His face turns grim for a second] She would be an Auroch general's dream. [He shakes his head and takes another sip from the mug] It's dangerous. Blind faith. I've seen men like her in the battlefield. Some of them are barely men anymore. [Reignald seems to be struggling with something, but seems to change to his normal self after a bit]

Ricardo. I like that man. Brave, good fighter. Would make a good drinking partner too. Something fishy about him, though. Those purple pills. To each man their own, I have used things to take off the edge from time to time. Heck, my men would smoke things I'm not even sure were plants to calm down. But the pills are different. They are for something else, I'm sure. 
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[color=fff200] What is it? [/color]

[color=0076a3]Don't know. Don't care.[/color]

[color=fff200]What about R'ornn? What do you know about him? [/color]


[color=0076a3]Besides the fact that girls like to faun over him whenever we reach a town, not much. He seems to be more interested in crystals than anything else. A bit obsessive at times. An impressive mage, though. Or so I've been told. I wouldn't know. Never cared much for magic. Never needed it. Me? I trust steel.[Reignald picks his sword from beside him] A good sword will never fail you. [/color]

[color=fff200]What about the pay? Do you get paid well? [/color]

[color=0076a3][More sounds of argument in the background. A female voice swearing and crystal shattering.] [Reignald sighs]

Not enough.[/color]