"He's a Mercenary from the South. My men think he's a tough customer."
Don propped his elbow on the chair's armrest. "The city hasn't been very peaceful lately. I have to be responsible for my own life. And please, don't mind him. After all, he usually has to fight the monsters outside the city, so he's bound to look a little intimidating."
"That's certainly true..." The strategist, Karen, picked up the wine bottle in front of him.
The bodyguard standing behind him stepped forward and drew a Dagger. He precisely inserted the Dagger into the side of the cork and, with a gentle flick, pulled it out with a POP.
Karen picked up two wide-mouthed, short glasses.
He poured the amber liquid into both glasses. With a flick of his hand, one glass slid across the table to Colin with a SWISH. He then downed the contents of the other glass in one gulp.
