Roleplay from Kenneth MacArbin
Dockside Drinks
Kenneth nodded back to Christopher. He had not had a chance to meet the man formally, but they had fought beside each other, and that counted for much. Seeing the man stand, he waved him over to join them.
"Come, Sir Christopher! I have a feeling we will be better friends before this day is done."
Kenneth's response to Nemean was sidetracked by the arrival of Rogos. The enthusiasm of the man was catching, though somewhat misplaced, and he grinned back, offering his own exaggerated bow in return.
"Vice-Marshal, a pleasure to see you. And yes, the respite is welcome...But I still have more to prove than most, so I am a little...Restless."
He glanced back at Nemean, and made a small salute of apology.
"I plan to take up the arts of diplomacy as soon as may be, and unless the northerners are foolish enough to sally, I am unlikely to gain the renown necessary to do so on this campaign. I know it is...Petty, but I have little enough to my name as of yet, and hope to change that soon."
He grinned wryly.
"I have to be worthy, after all."
