The colonel's laugh shook the tent. After making the first cup vanish under a second, he filled another round. He untied his gauntlets to change his bandages and used the opportunity to show the wound Oswald inflicted during their bare-handed fight.
"You are a surprising fella, ain't you? I'm sure you'll soon have enough achievements to earn a better grade. Let's toast to peace." He said, forcing Oswald to dip his lips in the red liquid.
He was shy at first, but in the end it'd probably help him sleep for another night. The colour in his cup was going well with the first memory he had of the colonel. Still he couldn't let his desires take over.
He thought about the commander he ripped apart months ago. He had no idea about the man's grade value compared to colonel Silva's. Still with so many people relying on the man with a golden armor, he couldn't afford a mistake.
"To who do you owe your great sight, young one? The likes of you rarely roam freely outside, you know."
