Sarge himself woke up stabbing the nearest enemy in sight. Which turned out to be a drain pipe. He'd got drunk and went to sleep in the gutter again hadn't he? He gets up, and goes to meet the other heroes in the hall
"How many rangers do we need? I mean you're bloody good an' all. Anyways what the hell is a Prog? I signed up for the gold."
Sarge returns to the hall, lights a cigar, and idly sits in the corner. He listens to Sorrow and Karie's life stories Nobody ever asked him about his life story. He thought bitterly. Then again; it could be summarized within the loose terms of. Killed blokes for coin. He heard Karie mention the Croise "Ya can thank me, Sorrow an' Nagure that e's gone"
Sarge walks back into the hall and Signs up for Quest #83. He then sits down where he was before. His win had put him in a good mood, or maybe that was the drink. He slumps in his original seat and uncorks a bottle of something nameless. After a while he turns to Benji. "I won"
Sarge puts his hands on his hips and looks at karie. He says:
He makes a troll face before continuing. "Yer did alright, for a lass. I'd like ta quest with ya some day. " Sarge pauses before proffering a hand to help Karie up.
"Nah, Elves never bothered the Bonapartes or anyone else I've worked fer. Maybe I might have killed a few elven pirates but that's the extent of it really."
"They had bananas"
"Nah, I've only killed 50 of those. I'm talking 'bout 100 plus highly trained soldiers, killed over a period of about 50 years."
Sarge returns the smile.