Razor was in a village near by just enjoying his time without the army. it was his mistress. it was like an addiction he had trouble letting go of. The sounds of battle still rang in his ears from weeks ago. he smiled softly as he swisher his drink around letting the liquid coat the sides of his glass.
"Another round for the boys with me," he told the keeper as he down his glasses smiling to the hoots and hollers of his friends. Ah it had been a good go. thst was for sure.
"Another round for the boys with me," he told the keeper as he down his glasses smiling to the hoots and hollers of his friends. Ah it had been a good go. thst was for sure.
