Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-5543592-20170614201024

The third glass was filled and they were passed out, Meilir handing one to Taeris, who had made himself comfortable in his chair, and the second to Ollie.

"What do you make of them?" Taeris asked, leaning his head back and resting his eyes, swishing the brandy around in it's glass.

"Competant.  Liable to keep their word.  Extraordinarily prideful."

Taeris snorted, eyes rolling beneath shut lids.

"But I imagine we'll reach Cespar alive enough to recieve that reward."

"There always has to be a reward." Taeris murmured.

"Someone needs to worry about finances.  Were it up to you, we'd live off of air and good feelings."

The way the pair of them had settled into this scene--the drinks, the fire, the easy banter--made it clear they finished most days like this.