Conrad

Me, drink with you?

• Conrad grins smugly, the room made small by his large frame.*

I can't well refuse from the bossman himself.

*He plunks into his chair and downs his drink in a flash. He drinks like the bandit he is.*

Yer an odd sort, wantin' to drink with thugs like us bandits.

*With that he grins widely, and you respond with a smile of your own. It's true that you were once enemies, and you never thought that you'd ever be drinking together like this.*

With monsters as our enemy, our differences dun matter. Our people are gettin' hammered too.

*He gulps down another drink. You notice that the whole bottle is already empty.*

The way we bandits drink, you ain't seen nothing yet! Let's go, down the hatch!

*With that he fills your glass. Maybe you picked the wrong guy to drink with... Still, you were the one who invited him, so all you can do is brace yourself.*

You ask Conrad why he is the bandit king. He says there is no reason in particular, and grins.

"We're the world's misfits. We do whatever's gotta be done to carve out a place fer ourselves. That's all we know.

We're bandits through and through. We'll help out for now, but only till the fighting stops. Once the battles with them monsters are over, we're headin' back where we came from."

At some point Conrad's expression turns serious. Those eyes, which had hunted quarry for all those years, give off an air of intimidation.

"Still, if yer offering us a new place to be, I'll give it some thought. Is that sumthin you can do fer us misfits?"

You answer Conrad's question without hesitation. He smiles and slaps his knee.

"Wahahaha! Oh I like that! Yer the Descendant of the Hero, alright! But yer OK by me!"

"Ya know, for a single-minded sort like you, I'll do what I can!"

With that declaration, Conrad gulps down another glass of wine.