[center]ADRIAL HACKIS[/center]

Adrial grimaced even more monstrously at the words that practically drooled out of Brennens mouth. His eyes bubbles with an intense bitterness, he couldn't help but instantaniously snarl and snatch his hands onto the table which the tactician was resting on. In one ferocious swing, the cleric suddenly lobbed the small table against the flooring with a powerful impact, which no doubt perked up some ears around the room. Adrial absolutely despised every single word that was being vomited out of his mouth, and if he wasn't going to teach him a lesson, then nobody was, and thus, had no choice in the matter. In a split second, just after he threw the table, Adrial practically hissed as he held his stretched hand out, preparing for an assault and with as much force as he could, immediately sent a ruthless backhanded slap straight into the Tacticians face, his bare knuckles bruising his soft skin and bone and removing some of the skin off the clerics own knuckles at the same time, the force of the hit practically sending him onto his drunken ass. The cleric stood over him, judging him ceaselessly every moment their eyes met, and without a second to lose, the cleric spoke.


[b]"You bastard. Are you seriously going to act like a child over something like this?! Those damn villagers had no hope in hell of defending themselves against the foes we had put ourselves against, weak peasants with no combat training against the demons that will maim and murder everything in sight, you're goddamn lucky we even saved half of them! Just because you have unrealistic expectations doesn't give you right to sulk... You lost ten people at most? Lucky you! You just got lucky...

I was forced to serve in a war for over one hundred years watching every single person I know and love die before my very eyes every single day, one hundred years. Thirty six thousand five hundred and twenty four days of nothing but endless death, misery and suffering, all while I was forced to watch as we protected a worthless bastard for a leader... You think you have the right to sulk like a fucking child over something so minuscule? A real tactician would accept the loses as inevitable and accept the facts of death. If you're going to act like this every mission, if you're going to put us at risk with such pessimism every mission, I will void you from existence... 

Now stand up and quit your crying. If your a leader, act like it. Don't disgrace yourself. Now sober up and get to bed. If I catch you acting like you possess no balls again, I'l make sure you don't have any properly... Understood? The battle out there was nothing compared to what goes on on a daily basis every day where I lived. Count yourself lucky you never had to experience that..."[/b]


With that Adrial walked to the bar and picked the table up, setting it down and ordering a double room and paying for the gold in full, before taking his key and walking up the stairs to stay in his room to rest, possibly for the night.