Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-24736819-20170801014219

Drac ended up falling asleep on the roof of the Guild. He was still wondering if he'd be welcomed at a party which he had never been before in any occasion, yet what happened at the Quarry made him rethink his manners.

Perhaps a bit of fun wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it?

The Greatman and his group were celebrating their leader's proper return to action and finally avenging themselves against the brute.

Unlike the others, Greatman wasn't all that satisfied since he hadn't be able to get his revenge properly as Saint had been so drunk that he passed out.

"Cheer up, because school's in, you bushwhackin' dweebmonkeys!", an unmistakable voice said from the door of the Inn, "Today's lesson: payback is a coldhearted bitch!"

...

Saint got lucky that he was able to track the Greatman and his men so near Cheydinhal, it made his job all that much easier. The Council of the Whitegold Tower had tasked him on finding out what happened at the Quarry nearby as soon as they got word of it, which was pretty fast seeing how those Mankind's Finest worked.

Saint found no joy in digging up what happened to aid those despicable fucks and he had a feeling that he'd eventually meet up with them.