Possibly going to havenrpg. Possibly.

[expendablepride]

I know you're eager, but just let me lay this on the table, okay? I think you should reconsider your options. Think more on it. I mean, the game's not going anywhere, and neither am I. Or... anybody else you've got cooped up in here, for that matter. Yeah yeah, you've been looking to join Haven for a while, but don't jump the gun is all I'm saying.

Old Alvin knows how to look after himself, but do you? Think about it.

[A small content sigh followed by a grin.] I'm so deep.

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Yippy, Milla Maxwell is in the house.

[not_that_scary]

Don't tell me you know this guy!

God-Five!

[magiartes]

I do. His name is Alvin, a mercenary by trade.

\o/

[not_that_scary]

['I could tell that much just from looking at him']

Are you a mercenary too? Or a client of his?

[magiartes]

Client. He was to teach me the art of swordsmanship.

His style is aggressive but ultimately effective.

Couldn't resist, sorry. Just ignore it if you want.

[expendablepride]

[Awww, such kind words, Lady Milla.]

[magiartes]

[It is important to give credit where it is due.]

[expendablepride]

[And he appreciates that.

He really does.]