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[b][color=634533]Location:[/color][/b] River Port Forest
[b][color=634533]Interactions/Mentions:[/color][/b] [@Conscripts] [@mole]
[b][color=634533]Equipment: [/color][/b] Knife, drugs, and wallet looted from dope peddler
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A bark of laughter escaped Vasco at Barrock’s crack about partying. The thought of the stiff-necked orc cutting loose - now that’d be something worth seeing.

[color=265828]“Are these the General’s men?”[/color] Barrock grunted, hauling up the unconscious lizardman.

[color=C2B4A7]“Ain’t everyone these days?”[/color] Vasco drawled as he watched Barrock slip the bartender extra scratch. Good manners, that. And he took full advantage of it to signal for another drink.

Ignoring the fact that Rowan got himself kidnapped, everything was jake for Vasco - riding high from the scrap, decent booze, and hell, even Barrock wasn’t being his usual wet blanket self. 

Then Aurora had to come along and kill his buzz faster than a raid on a gin joint.

[color=white]“Where is my brother!”[/color] she screamed, like he was the mastermind who had orchestrated this whole dance. Worse, when she remembered that she was supposed to be the perfect choir girl, she started going on about some mumbo-jumbo about Vasco trying to help her brother and being scared. The broad didn’t make a lick of sense.

[color=C2B4A7]“Don’t know. Why don’t you take it up with the bunch who nabbed your hotshot bodyguard elf and jumped me instead of busting my chops, [i]Spiritual Advisor[/i]?”[/color] Vasco said, the title dripping with all the respect of a back-alley insult. He turned back to his drink, letting the liquid do its healing since Aurora clearly had other priorities.

The thought of splitting from this crew was looking better by the minute. They treated him like a cheap tool - all stick, no carrot. Maybe if they’d been paying top dollar, he could stomach playing their favorite punching bag. But this? Getting blamed for any trouble because it was easier than facing their own mess? A sucker’s game, that’s what it was. No wonder The New Dawn were going the way of yesterday’s newspaper.

Just as the bartender topped off his glass, Zarnak started to stir under Barrock’s watch. Vasco swiveled in his seat. [color=C2B4A7]“Give a shout if you need a hand,”[/color] he told the orc, settling in to watch the show. This ought to be good.[/color]