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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
[@Sageage]-[@Paradox Witch][/center]

It was good to know the chubby horse man could see his woes. And while Roland would normally turn down another drink, since he had been drinking in preparation, he wasn't about to turn down another thing of booze. He stepped in, checking back on his master, who he needed to protect more than any other. Satisfied that the bar was safe, he took a seat, turning his focus to Chiron now that he didn't need to worry so much about standing straight. 

[color=00a99d]"You see... Chiron. I have been hit with a numbah 10."[/color] He glanced at the bartender, who had already begun work on a Number 10 (With a side of fries). "No, that's not what I meant." He said, correcting the man as quickly as possible. His uncle would kill him if he started spending money recklessly. [color=00a99d]"I cannot fight like this. My body moves fasta' than reflexes let me go. This poison, in my body... I can survive it. I can. But it's done something to my body. It's degrading me."[/color] He wasn't sure how he could really explain it. [color=00a99d]"If you can lessen the poison, to a point where my body can safely ignore it, without the degrading of my self, that would be... Very very very-"[/color] Roland did at least ten more 'very's before he was stopped by a member of the staff lightly tapping him on the back of the head. [color=00a99d]"Thank you... Very nice of you."[/color]

Leaning back, Roland clutched his temples. [color=00a99d]"Chiron, we are willing to make a trade. I do not need a new arm. I will find my sword on my own terms. But while my body is fighting this poison to the degree it is, I cannot be certain I can help anybody. And worse, I cannot look upon my love in this state I am."[/color] Tears began to collect around his cheeks. [color=00a99d]"Olivier means so much to me. I can't use words to describe her beauty. She makes a puddle of my thoughts when I look at her. I..."[/color] He choked. [color=00a99d]"I have to fight. There are others who would take her from me. They are Saracens, they are all thieves!"[/color] His hand gripped the table, as his drunken mind snapped to a sudden focus. The other heroes in the war. They were all thieves, and images of that green one flashed through his mind like fireworks. [color=00a99d]"It cannot continue like this."[/color] 

[color=00a99d]"I need to prove to Olivier that I am capable of being the man she loved. That I am not the fool who led her to a meaningless death!"[/color] Roland stood, banging a hand against the table. [color=00a99d]"I realize this may all sound small. That it may sound like a mortal squabble to a man who raised a generation of heroes. But however meaningless in the grand scheme of things, it is the sun and sky and heavens to me!"[/color]

Roland fell back down, as overdramatic as they came. [color=00a99d]"Please, help me protect Olivier. To be finally married to Olivier... I would defeat every hero in this war, and the next hundred."[/color]