Jeremiah

Jeremiah found his room in the inn and place his belongings on the bed. He began to wonder about his new fellow warriors.

"We are all strong individually," he thought aloud, "but can we work as a team?"
The answer to this question escaped him. He felt he could rely on Riko to fight along side him, but wasn't too sure about some of the rest. The female projectilist, Regan, was too apathetic, in his opinion. Mutual concern among warriors is a must for them to survive on the battlefield. Simply put, they must watch each other's back. Jeremiah didn't feel that Regan was the kind to do so. Next his thoughts wandered to Talon, the young, strong birdwoman who decided to sever the apple in two. Talon was too eager for battle, in Jeremiah's opinion. Her anxiousness to fight might be her downfall. He figured he would see how things work out. Perhaps, he might be wrong.

After making sure his belongings were ready to go in the morning, Jeremiah figured he would take Masashi's invitation to join him at the pub. A hardened warrior like Jeremiah fully understood the comfort that a nice ale or lager would bring.
Jeremiah then made his way to the pub. He warmly greeted Illu'vatar before entering the pub to find Masashi. Talon was there as well, but was drinking only water. Despite his reservations about Talon, he figured that becoming her friend my increase her concern for him in battle.

"Is that strong aqua?" Jeremiah asked Talon with a half-smile on his face. She chuckled and invited him to sit beside her.
"I see that Masashi is enjoying himself," said Jeremiah.
"Yes, apparently he was acting like this before even reaching the pub. That is what Illu'vatar told me."
Apparently, a visit to the pub was a common thing for Masashi.
"Well, as long as he can stop drinking long enough to fight, I have no problem with him," Jeremiah joked. However, he knew that this could cause severe problems later on. He would have to speak to Masashi about it.

Jeremiah ordered a dark, rich ale and began to sip it. His mind began to wander and he thought about his father.
"I hope I can live up to his legend," Jeremiah thought to himself.
His next thoughts were of the item that had been given to him. It was a simple rations kit. Every item seemed to have some sort of magical power or unique attribute aside from his.
"Why did I receive this?" he pondered and then took another sip from his glass.