Post by Brewer on Feb 2, 2010 1:09:09 GMT -8
William sat at the bar, knocking back drink after drink. His eyes lost in the stump that once held his hand. "...sister is gone, sword is gone, hand is gone, anger finally gone....." William's left arm twitches every so often, phantom pains. "We were sent here with a job to do and our own short commings and faults have blinded us from the task at hand...." Willaim slammed the last drink and rushed out of the bar.