[Asch has a feeling he's dressed down for the day - it certainly doesn't feel like his normal uniform. He's wearing light armor and an unfamiliar sword at his side, and doesn't have a clue where he happens to be.

It isn't Eldrant, at any rate. The strange circumstances have him annoyed already.]

What in the hell?

[ he's sitting in the back of the main room, foot propped up on one of the empty wooden chairs next to him. he probably shouldn't even be here and he's got a little blush to his face an a half empty cup that's teetering out of his hand, asking to spill/fall over at any moment. this peasant is lookin' real fresh, dressed down beyond anyone ( Read more... )