C.A.R.P.S.

*Bassi walks up towards the bar nods to Hawke and Dietrich. Then turns to face the crowd in the Tavern. In a clear yet solid tone, and without a second thought to it, he barks outs; *

“To all that wanted me to train them line up, we got some training LADS!”

“Quill that is you and Blue, plus who else needs to be trained in the finer arts of how to stab the nine hills out of something. If you want the training get your arse out on that field, because we have some fighting to do! NOW MOVE IT!”
*Bassi than just walks out towards the open field*

*ziggy laughs from his lab in the corner of the room and sits back, taking a break from his latest work with a sip of his drink, ready to begin placing bets on who passes out first*

*Quill picks up his spear and heads to the field.*

I will not miss an opportunity to hone my skills.

*Bassi Chuckles*

"Nor will I, I hope your healer tent has some good salves...*

*Bassi grab his spear, and smirks. Out the door he goes.*