Vein looked around the part club part bar and sighed knowing that times had been slow and he probably wouldnt make his rent money back tonight but helping that kid gave him a pretty good feeling.. he still had no idea why he called everybody kid though especially sense he himself was only 15 or so... it was hard to remember sense he really never celebrated his birthday. every year he always either worked on his birthday or spent the day at his brothers grave in the old cemetary. He then spoke to himself "if i could have anything come true for my birthday i would forever have my brother back and nothing would ever change that" he sighed knowing no one would hear him or at that reason care after all he was just a lowly mercenary who was only known at the bar/club because he was always there