#vidjauser

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“I am truly looking forward to this. It’s been too long since my rifle experienced the obliteration of a life. Well--- an immortal life.”

Shooting uncooperative factory workers just never provided the high Reaver experienced when shooting a foe who posed an actual threat. He’d been more than happy to oblige when the Queen had requested he accompany her brother on a venture to investigate rumours of odd shadows snatching people on the outskirts of Albion. It seemed likely that the culprits were some of the few crawler henchmen that still roamed the wilderness. It was a trivial pursuit for Reaver, but his hand had been itching for a bit of action. No matter how ‘white-collar’ the immortal claimed to be there was a deep-rooted violent nature in him, reigning from his pirate days, that demanded to be quenched more frequently than was probably healthy. 

Of course he wasn’t a total savage. They were to travel to the location in the height of comfort using one of his private carriages. Heaven forbid Reaver would travel on foot like some common peasant. 

He sits across from the prince, a glass of whiskey cupped in his hand as he swirls the contents around, not spilling a single drop. 

“I must say... it does strike me as odd that you still gallivant off on these little adventures, your highness. Surely you have an array of guards who could do it for you, yet you still choose to wade through the wilderness slaying trolls and other nasties. Perhaps you fear your skills don’t extend beyond brutal slaughter?”