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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
[@Sageage]-[@Seirei No Hai][/center]

The bar. What... Horrible timing. Roland silently cursed himself, having proposed and already having to leave. [color=00a99d]"Olivier, let me know of your answer when I return."[/color] He said, standing up, and making little bounces away as he ran off into the forest. His heart was racing, and in a way he wasn't sure what to think or say. Since after all, he and Olivier had been betrhothed. But that was centuries ago, and since then their time on the throne of heroes had made it difficult to say such things. In truth, he was worried. 

Did she still love him? Was she humoring him? He had lost his arm. His honor, and his weapon! He had run off and nearly gotten himself killed. But worse... The time in which he had become engaged to her... Was before their deaths. His own actions had led to her death on that battlefield when he had ignored her advice. His mistake! He was making mistakes again. Did she hate him for that? Of course not, but could she? This was why he didn't think. This is why he acted at all times. He reached up, and with a flick of his wrist, his cloak fluttered away, landing on the forest floor. It would come back to him, but he would not hide his missing arm for now. He had nothing to hide. His bravery made that clear. 


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[@BlueHelix][@Paradox Witch]  - [u][b]Pelion's Pub[/b][/u]

Pelion's Pub... Roland had expected it to at least have a broken sign or something. Probably expecting some servant to have tried attacking it at least once in the current period. As he took another deep drink of the rice wine he had made sure to take with him and his master, he could already feel that slight intoxication. His thoughts became more focused in a way, on the task at hand. Pushing aside his worries of Olivier's love. He passed the bottle over to his master, and let out a belch as his insides churned. Being a heroic spirit at the very least didn't strip away the needs and uses of alcohol. [color=00a99d]"Drink up master. You have to at least be buzzed before we can enter the pub. Chiron will need to do his work in there most likely."[/color] Roland said, giving the bottle a shake. If they needed to drink more at any point, there was another bottle strapped to his belt. 

At the door, he could see another servant, hopefully they would all be on nice terms, since they would have to drink. [color=00a99d]"Pal if you need a drink, I have extra."[/color] The one armed paladin said, about ready to reach for his sword at a moment. He covered his mouth with his fist, coughing softly as another belch felt so close. He really shouldn't have been drinking so quickly. He stood by the door, a good few feet from the other servant, so it was clear he wasn't there for any desire to fight. They were both there for a drink, or in Roland's case, his life. [color=00a99d]"You know, you seem like a nice guy. Some kind of military sort?"[/color] Roland said, trying to make idle chatter as they waited for the horse man to arrive. 

The door opened, and out came Chiron. All while the world seemed to end. 
[color=00a99d]"Noble horse teacher, I request some help from you. And not just the booze."[/color] Roland said, scratching at his neck. [color=00a99d]"I am dying of poison, and I'm fairly sure you can help with that."[/color] He'd probably have been more eloquent, but he was trying to get drunk.