
Kage nursed the mug of ale as he sat in the Quicksand. His harrowed eyes watched the patrons as he looked out not just for Brass Blades but for anyone and everyone he knew associated with Flame Sergeant Melkire. He finished the contents and stood, leaving the gil tip he usually did.
It was hard, feeling like there was no choice to go to the devil you wanted to punch. But yet he still needed to. Where was Jameson Taeros that fop when one actually needed him?
It was hard, feeling like there was no choice to go to the devil you wanted to punch. But yet he still needed to. Where was Jameson Taeros that fop when one actually needed him?