"Come on, get up." The booming voice commanded. Startled Sinclair sat up fast and his head collided with the source of the order.
"FUCK!" He yelled as he held his head, his migraine increasing tenfold. "Oooowwwww." He sat up slower this time and looked at the floor, on the floor was his traveling companion Garth the former paladin. He was sprawled on the floor looking as if a troll hit him in the face with a club, witch was damn close to what happened.
Sinclair got out of the itchy tavern bed and grabbed the water skin that hung on a nearby hook, he took a drink of the contents then poured some on his friend's face. Garth rolled over to escape the cold water, he groaned and slowly got to his feet, he looked at sinclair blood and water dripping off his chin, "I fucking hate you." He said distain in his eyes.
The next few minutes were awkward as the two men got dressed. If it wasn't already obvious Sinclair and Garth weren't the best of friends nor had the two known each other for very long. They had met not two weeks prior when they had to team up to pursue the same bounty, the bounty in question a murderous half elf named Allison, lay half covered and tied to the bed frame.
She strained against the bindings that held her in place, the wood of the frame groaning in response. Sinclair walked over to her and looked down at her, at first glance you wouldn't expect her to be a killer, she was beautiful snow white hair with emerald green eyes and full lips, her body was even better in Sinclair's opinion anyway, smooth curves flowed gracefully over her slim frame and wide hips, Garth finally got done getting his armor on. "Come on let's turn this bitch in." He said
