[color=6ecff6][b]"Sounds like an interesting group of characters. And even a Drow you say...? Tell me, do they have that Majestic Beauty that I've heard about from Elves? Think I would have a shot with her?"[/b][/color] Fullar asked seemingly serious. Rudolph's eyes widened in surprise at his old friends comment. [color=6ecff6][b]"You gotta set me up man, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Especially in the Empire.[/b][/color] he continued. Rudolph exhaled unsure on what to say. [color=8493ca][b][i]Is he really serious?[/i][/b][/color] he thought. [color=6ecff6][b]"You don't seem too phased by it though. Thought you hated Drow like everyone else around here?"[/b][/color] Rudolph sighed, [color=8493ca][b]"I don't know what to say mate."[/b][/color] he began, thinking back about what happened, [color=8493ca][b]"I suppose I only hated them because I were brought up with it."[/b][/color] he shrugged, [color=8493ca][b]"I realised that I don't really have much of a reason, so whats the point eh?"[/b][/color] he continued. After a moments pause. [color=6ecff6][b]"You know it has been a while. I got a good vintage stashed at the barracks, we should sit and share the bottle, pass around some stories, how's that sound?"[/b][/color] Fullar said as they made their way. [color=8493ca][b]"Sounds like a plan mate."[/b][/color] nodded Rudolph as they just about walked in the door. [color=0072bc][b]"Evening Sergeants."[/b][/color] the voice was that of Captain Helt, given how he looks and sounds, he could be seen as a stereotypical politician of this time. [color=8493ca][b]"Captain."[/b][/color] Rudolph greeted in turn. There was some tension in the air as per usual, Captain Helt often exuded it as though it were an aura. Helt sat at one of the tables reading a report and occasionally sipping some of his ale. He took a glance at the two men as they made their way across the canteen. [color=0072bc][b]"I hear Captain Fenne died during one of the attacks this morning."[/b][/color] Helt said pretending to read his report papers. [color=8493ca][b]"Aye sir, he'd been one of the casualties from one of the bombardments."[/b][/color] replied Rudolph as he stopped by the stairs to the troop personal quarters. [color=0072bc][b]"And you didn't think to give word to one of the other Captains?"[/b][/color] he asked with a somewhat condescending tone that he normally had. [color=8493ca][b]"I was busy trying to maintain the defences as we were under attack. We needed everyone we had at the time."[/b][/color] Rudolph replied. [color=0072bc][b]"Indeed. I shall make a note of this insolence Sergeant. Make sure you make the right decision next time."[/b][/color] followed Helt before he took another drink of his ale. Rudolph clenched his fists trying to keep his anger in check, [color=8493ca][b][i]Arrogant Prick[/i][/b][/color] he thought to himself as he then began ascending the stairs. The rest of the evening was reasonably relaxed compared to the rest of the day. The two men brought up old stories, and caught up with eachothers more recent news. The rest of the troop were slowly returning to the barracks themselves, some were more drunk than others. It wasn't till the early hours when Rudolph went to sleep, and it was a long needed one.