Donny returned to the bar downing a few shots of the "wine". Despite his joking attitude and cheery demeanor, he was honestly shaking from that encounter with the Vexture. If it wasn't for the fact that Roless was there to watch his back, and to give himself something to fight for with Maribel, Donny would have high-tailed it out of there. Fuck hunting monsters, Donny wanted to live. The spew wasn't so bad after the fight though. Certainly made it go down easier.

Looking at his armament, Donny could tell he was going to need something more impressive if he was going to be living here. His axe and knife was nice, but he needed something more practical like a spear. That and there were only so many puns he could make about axes and knives. Seeing that Roless has some pretty custom weapons Donny turned to him. [b]"Hey Roless, where'd you get your gear at? They don't look like something you could just find in a shed. Or did ya make them yourself?"[/b]