Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151220235326/@comment-5543592-20151224020706

The Man in Red took Talin's hand in a firm grasp and shook.

"Nice to do business with you, Warhaft." The Man said with a nod, tipping his hood like one would a hat.

He turned to the two riders behind him and motioned for them to move out. They kicked their stirs, and the horses cantered eagerly, but the pair waited for the Man.

"I'll return in the morning." The Man said, returning to his horse, the starlight white stallion.

"Crimson." One of the mounted men said in a low voice to the Man in Red, as not to be overheard. "I know this is a big deal, but I thought tonight was brothel night." He was practically complaining.

Crimson whacked him on the ear as he mounted. "Hey, be professional.  You sound ridiculous if you whine about whore houses.  Like, seriously."

"But-"

Crimson rolled his eyes. "Fine, talk to Girth.  Tomorrow night can be brothel night.  Just don't let any of these folks hear about it.  They think bad about that kind of stuff."

The whining mercenary perked up, excited. "Oh boy." The three kicked their horses into gallop, Crimson's own steed neighing.

"Say, wasn't tomorrow night Pub night?"