[color=fb4f4f][u][b][center][h3]Cecelia[/h3][/center][/b][/u]

	Cecelia smiled at the adorable scene in front of her "Louis, [i]you[/i] have said that Elisha is very pretty. Like ten minutes ago. I still agree with you, though." When Louis hugged Elisha, talking about only having hugged few times before, Cecelia's smile dropped a little. "I know what you mean, Louis. I find you all to be [i]very[/i] lucky. The three of you had quite wealthy families and all the money you could want. I still barely provide for myself. So you guys definitely had better lives in my personal opinion."  She offered her group a weak smile before hurriedly grabbing and biting into a piece of the bread. 
	[i]I need to stop talking so much.[/i]
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[color=14cedb][u][b][center][h3]Brennen Garron[/h3][/center][/b][/u]

	Brennen's sulking was interrupted by a group of three females and a male, two of the group being carried by one of the females, entered the tavern. Quite noisily. Until then, it had been extremely quiet and almost sombre. On his third bottle of ale, Brennen was barely able to consciously notice the four acting oddly not sober, even though they had just arrived. He chuckled a little at how erratic their actions were. 
	[i]Man, they seem to be having fun. I guess they did better at saving their villagers than I did. Fuck, man. I can't even do my job better than a bunch of rich drunks. I suck at this.[/i] And at that, Brennen resumes his soft sobbing and ale chugging. He calculated it would take about three more bottles at most before he blacked out and didn't have to worry about his troubles. At least until he gets past tomorrow's hangover. [i]Cheers. To being able to save my own fucking self and the lucky healer, who had to deal with all my fucking casualties. Shit, man.[/i][/color]