"Idalius," Ambrose repeated. It was an interesting name. The mercenary reached his hand out and shook the man's. "Call me Fred."
The two unclasped their hands and Ambrose looked over at the other man. A large stein of cider landed near Ambrose, and he nonchalantly picked it up and took a hefty draught of it. He swished the beverage around in his mouth. It let the taste linger for longer, and let the mercenary enjoy it more. He examined the third man.
He looked weary and worn, and perhaps even worse for wear for his stay here. He didn't recognize him, so they couldn't have met before. "Tell me, young man, what is your name?"
The two unclasped their hands and Ambrose looked over at the other man. A large stein of cider landed near Ambrose, and he nonchalantly picked it up and took a hefty draught of it. He swished the beverage around in his mouth. It let the taste linger for longer, and let the mercenary enjoy it more. He examined the third man.
He looked weary and worn, and perhaps even worse for wear for his stay here. He didn't recognize him, so they couldn't have met before. "Tell me, young man, what is your name?"
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.