[center][h1][b]Trấn Hưng Đạo[/b][/h1]
[h2][i]The Great Lord of Hưng Đạo[/i][/h2]
[h3]Front of Pelion's Pub[/h3]
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Information won wars, as Rider knew full well. He rather approved of his Master right now, all things considered. Scouting was something that he was an old hand at, and sometimes, enjoyed. It took him back to the better times during the war, when he and his men were out traveling through the jungles of Vietnam, waiting for the opportune moment to strike at the Yuan. It was better to think of the songs, the camaraderie, the better parts of the Đại Việt he knew, rather than the ashes and smoke that he could not save.

But, it was a beautiful day, and it would not do to dwell on such dark thoughts! He did find quite a few of his new neighbors, though he was not quite as his discreet as he should have been. Though he had lost some of his skill in stealth, his skill in observation was still as good as it used to be. At some point though, he would have to thank that woman staring at that one base, as he might have missed it otherwise.

Rider’s master was informed of the information, and for his final errand, he would have to… investigate a pub, hm? A rather odd establishment, all things considered, as it required inebriation for the safety of the patron before entering. It still wasn’t exactly the oddest thing he had witnessed, considering the army he had led were a bunch of sorry messes until he made men out of them, but…

Eh, the drinks offered to get him drunk weren’t to his taste. They were of fine quality, indeed, but he was just a little bit homesick. So while it was little more than swill in most examples…

Trấn Hưng Đạo, Commander of the Đại Việt and Great Lord of Hưng Đạo, knocked on the door of Pelion’s Pub and asked for rượu đế.

[@Paradox Witch] [@Cu Chulainn]

[center][h1][b]Christopher Ashbrand[/b][/h1]
[h2][i]The Worker of Living Stone, Scion of the Ashbrand[/i][/h2]
[h3]Einzbern Forest[/h3][/center]

Why was Avenger embr-

[h1]-BOOM-[/h1]

Huh. This was surprising. He was alive, not blown to smithereens nor burnt to death, surprisingly enough.

And neither was Avenger. She… from what he could tell from being held in her arms, didn’t seem worse for wear after all. That meant that someone had probably attacked with some kind of curse. Which Avenger could laugh off, all things considered. Knowing that, Christopher made a snap decision.

“Avenger, engage the enemy. I’ll do my best to support you from behind, and provide you with some disposable allies, or short of that, ready projectiles.”

“Oh, and um. Please let me go first.”

[@UndyingRegret] [@ManyThings]