"You go on and keep your mouth shut. Drink this here..." Devrum muttered to Alistair who walked along side his friend as the bear man attempted to get him out and about.
"Can't focus on things in your life you ain't got no control over. Understand? You did what you had to do and ain't no one that could take it from you. Now drink up...go on out there and talk. Don't care to who, just keep your lips moving and drinking. Don't want to see you by my side the rest of the night...or on my life I will beat the ever loving hell out of you and give you reason to mourn." All of this quietly muttered, paw-like hand clasped around the back of his neck.
"Of all the things she wanted to see..."Vervain asked for little, really nothing from Devrum other than to avoid trouble she couldn't be involved in.
So for her, he would attempt his hand at culture. The thought made him take a pull of the bottle he handed Alistair before handing it back to the young man, setting off on his own.
He would occasionally glance at Vai and Remi and gave a faint smirk. She seemed happy with the boy...he wasn't half bad, by Devrum's standards that was high praise.
The barrel-chested farmer/butcher approached one particular lantern and examined it in his best 'oooh interesting' face he could muster.
"Can't focus on things in your life you ain't got no control over. Understand? You did what you had to do and ain't no one that could take it from you. Now drink up...go on out there and talk. Don't care to who, just keep your lips moving and drinking. Don't want to see you by my side the rest of the night...or on my life I will beat the ever loving hell out of you and give you reason to mourn." All of this quietly muttered, paw-like hand clasped around the back of his neck.
"Of all the things she wanted to see..."
So for her, he would attempt his hand at culture. The thought made him take a pull of the bottle he handed Alistair before handing it back to the young man, setting off on his own.
He would occasionally glance at Vai and Remi and gave a faint smirk. She seemed happy with the boy...he wasn't half bad, by Devrum's standards that was high praise.
The barrel-chested farmer/butcher approached one particular lantern and examined it in his best 'oooh interesting' face he could muster.
