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[sub][color=7b5d92]✧     Location: Snakeburrow Woods  ✧     Purse: 4 copper     ✧  Interactions:    ✧[/color][/sub][/center]

Ermes gave Ceolfric a blank look. No shit it was all in his stomach, but where were the containers? The bottles? Anything to point to the fact that they had been drinking. Luckily for him, his mercenary of an ally seemed to have enough understanding to continue to dig for the truth. Though he found it odd that he'd just outright asked them. Perhaps he hoped that their display was enough to intimate some answers out of them all. But as the stranger began to talk, Ermes realized what it was that Ceolfric had meant that day when he had said he could get others to do what he said. It wasn't with brute force or physical threats, he meant it literally. Much how Ermes could command his constructs it appeared that Ceolfric could command the living. Jar gave his whole life story as it seemed, and it wasn't a particularly exciting one. 

Another voice popped up, loud and grating, causing Ermes to snap his attention towards the sound. Cerric had somehow woken up in all the commotion and was now floundering around with all the tact of an oversized walrus. By now there was no point in him being here. He'd only wished to snoop and rid them of any weapons or find evidence of what their real purpose here was. But it'd seemed they were just two drunken idiots lost within the woods. [Color=7b5d92]"All yours buddy. I'm not babysitting a drunkard."[/color] He said flatly before slinking back into shadows and making his way into their camp. Surely even if they meant harm, Ceolfric would be more than capable of taking them down.