If the old mercenary were offended at all his grizzled mug offered nothing more than a look of plain annoyance, Anslem didn't much care for types like Aya. All loudmouthed and brash, more like to get themselves killed over a dare or their own foolhardiness.

[color=gray]"Be what it may, I couldn't give less of a bloody shite who leads."[/color] slamming back the remaining swill in the dusty ceramic jug, he wiped what dribble it left upon his chin and unceremoniously belched [color=gray]"But he has a fuckin point,"[/color] Anslem nodded to Victor, then leaned towards the fire and hawked a glob of mucus into the makeshift pit [color=gray]"If you think your gonna run that lip o' yours while you do fuck all then lass I'd sooner eat dog shite than follow you."[/color]