Nerrok staggered into the common room of The Slow Blade from the back, a hand pressed against his heavily-bandaged ribcage as he surveyed the scene through a narrowed, hangover-tinted gaze. Furniture was destroyed, the recoldulator was empty, and beer bottles lay strewn about the floor everywhere. He blinked, more of a reaction to the throbbing in his head than an attempt to see more clearly.
Nerron grinned, the death knight watching the younger orc from his seat across the room. "Morning, loser. You look like hammered shit."
"...Yeah", Nerrok replied, shaking his head slightly as he pulled a note from his pocket. He looked it over, before glancing up at the corkboard where he'd posted his notice the night before.
He leaned toward it, squinting, before glancing over his shoulder at his father. "...Did I write this?"
Nerron nodded. "Sure did. After you got your ass whooped last night you were in quite the tizzy." The death knight's grin grew wider. "It was pretty entertaining. I thought -I- was good at inventing curse-words. Apparrently I taught you well."
Nerrok shook his head slightly as he tore the notice down, crumpling it and the first letter from Ravenwood into his fist, tossing them both into the brazier. He had a confused look on his face as he turned toward Nerron. "....Why would I bother paying someone to do that when I could just do it myself? Do me a favor and tell our guys I was bein' an asshole when you go out. Contract's cancelled. I gotta clean this place up before Krelle gets back."
Nerron nodded, casually rising from his seat. "Sure. When I get back and after you're done hangin' we'll go out back and spar. Sounds like you need some more practice", the death knight chortled as he faded from view.
Nerrok didn't bother answering with what he would normally, like a "Blow me" or "Go fuck yourself". He just watched the paper in the brazier turn to ash. "Practice...", he murmered, bending with a wince to pick up a half-filled beer bottle, taking a swig and grimacing as the room-temperature liquid slid across his tongue. After the awful taste left him, he grinned for the first time all morning.
"Practice."
