Back Again?

[chase]

Chase waited at the bar for almost an hour. After he taken a sip of the alcohol he had tipped the rest onto the floor. It certainly wasn't his taste. He spent the remaining hour re-sharpening his bolts, which was quite a lengthy project. And he fed Horus, who ate silently for once on a dead rat.

Although the blood on the bar wasn't to the liking of the other tenants, but Chase didn't care. After what must have been agonisingly long for Poker, Chase spoke to him without even looking at him. "Pride is foolishness Poker! You're coming whether you want to or not."

He got up and walked to the stairs, "...but we both know you need to." He said the last part to himself as he ascended the stairs to his room...

[Poker]

Poker smiled as Chase spoke to him and left.

To him it counted as a victory. He had been able to sit it out longer than Chase.

Poker reached across and pat Archer's head, who was panting in the heat of the inn. Poker felt the inn to be getting stuffy too. He considered a moment before walked outside to lay down on the other side of the barn and slowly drift off into sleep, still smiling.