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Aleron scanned over the bar, narrowing his eyes. Sipping his drink, he had wondered where Apalla, his closest friend since he had traveled with the Shakarion Academy Guards, had gone. He choked on his drink as he spotted Lief, immediately turning back around. Aleron shook his head slightly, telling himself he was imagining things. He took another long sip of beer, waiting for Apalla.

*hans drunkenly stood up and stumbled over to the bar^ bartender! Get me a bottle of jäger!

Bartender: She sighed, shaking her head. “This is, what, the fourteenth? I’m afraid I can’t do that if I want to keep my job. You’ve been presumed to be in contact with a very dangerous criminal as of late and I can’t just risk you messing this fragile balance up.” She said, slamming the drinks fridge shut.

Lief huffed, following Hans as he made his way to the bar. His heart was pounding against his chest, though he tried to ignore it. He moved to the right side of Hans, keeping his distance from Aleron. He smiled, tilting his head as he spoke to the bartender. "Aw- I'm not asking for a drink. No need to bring me into this," He laughed. "One more drink can't kill him." He dug through his pocket, flipping a coin onto the table. "One drink?"

The guard would rise to his feet, setting his glass upon the table. He approached Lief and his drunk friend, lifting his brows with a smirk. He raised his hand and wrapped an arm around his former friend. "Lawrence! Isn't it a pleasure to see you again?" He would pat Lief's shoulder as he glanced at the coin he was sliding across the table. "Still bribing, I see. Such a shame. You could've been more than some filthy rascal."

Lief inhaled sharply, removing Aleron's arm and taking a step back. "Pardon?" He stammered, playing it off. "You must have the wrong person-" He would lock eyes with the guard, running his hand over one of his daggers. He shoved Aleron from his way, stepping beside Hans. He mumbled, frustrated. "What did ya do with my sword? Do you still have it?"

Oi! *hans shouted as he pulled out his Luger and pointed it at the aleron* what’s your rank soldaten?

Aleron held up his hands, smiling. "No need for the weapon, Sir," He lowered his gaze from Lief to Hans. "Just greeting an old friend. Lawrence and I met a few years back, didn't we? How long ago was it..? Three years, say?" Aleron glared. "That was until he set the damn Kingdome aflame. Stole the crown and fled, didn't you?" He shifted his attention to Lief before focusing on the man with the gun. "Listen, if you fear I will bring harm to him, take my weapon." He drew his sword, the blade facing the ground, and holding the hilt towards Hans.

Nein.. *hans holstered his pistol* that wont be necessary... *he put his hand out to shake* I’m feldwebel hans Gretelein of the third reich’s dämon Wehrmacht division.. and you are?

His eyes lit up as he grinned, tucking away his weapon. "Aleron Chev of Shakar, the second in line for the captain of the guard. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He would flicker a glare at Lief, but look back at Hans before shaking his hand.

Lief exhaled, placing a hand on Hans's shoulder. He muttered underneath his breath. "And what are you doing?" He huffed. "Did you have too much to drink? Because- I-" He forces a laugh. "I know you didn't just shake Al's hand-"

*hand looks at lief* relax komoraden we’re all men of honor here nein?

Aleron lifted his brows. "Men of- what did you say?- honor?" He let go of Hans's hand immediately, approaching Lief. His gaze cold, he spoke through gritted teeth as his hands curled into fists. "Honor, eh? What kind of life have you built here? What kind of throne of lies do you sit upon, Lawrence?"

*hans put the barrel of his gun to aleron’s head* I suggest you sit down before I paint this room a new shade of red...

He inhaled, smiling. Taking a seat upon the stool, he held up his hands. "Apologies, Sir," He made a small gesture to his weapon. "I stand by my deal. If you believe I am of threat, take the sword." His eyes glistened. "And, if I do happen to throw a fist, you have my permission to shoot."

Lief lowered his head, tucking his hands into his pockets as he focused on the ground. "Hans. Put the gun away." Pulling his hair into a bun, Lief stepped forward, practically in Aleron's face. "I would advise you to stop calling me by the name of Lawrence in public." He muttered. "It's Lief Thous around anyone other than the two of us, understood?" He drew a dagger, holding it to Aleron's throat. "Don't think for a second, just because we once stood side by side, I wouldn't hesitate to have your head as a trophy on the wall."

Hmph *hans holstered his pistol* you people and your daggers... *he pulls out the cursed Swiss Army knife he showed lief earlier and twirls it around in his hand* this baby is the only real dagger anyone could ever want or need...

Lied turned, his eyes widening slightly. "Hans- No. Have you gone insane?" He tucked his own weapon back into its place. "I suppose Al's annoying as hell, but you don't have to make him face death-!" He waved his hands. "Look, he's fine. I've set my conditions on the table, and he understands them. If he doesn't, then we'll kill him in orderly fashion." He glared at the cursed knife. "Not with that.. demonic thing."

That’s kinda ironic coming from a demon nein? *he stared at the demonic symbols engraved on the blade*

He scoffed, slightly irritated by the comment. "The knife is different, I'm afraid." He would shift places, standing between Hans and Aleron. "Look, no killing him, alright? For now, I suppose he can live. What's the point of killing him, anyhow? He ran his mouth, yet he still sat down as soon as you demanded. He, honestly, has done nothing, no?" He raised an eyebrow.