Well this went just about as expected. I'm currently standing in the door way of Claudia's whore house looking at the unconscious mess that is Vaughn. You know what though, ive got to admit that its impressive. 6 bottles of dwarven whisky.... thats actually enough to kill even a troll. For a bit of clarification dwarven whiskey is about twice the strength of regular whisky, so its sitting pretty at 80% alcohol content. Ahhh, for fucks sake, 6 fucking bottles. And now ive got to drag his sorry arse home, except he doesn't have a home because he spends all of his money on whisky, whores and weapons.... mostly whisky though. So im going to have his drunken ass puking all over my house tonight, its not exactly like I can leave him on the streets. He would probably survive it though (despite being -2 out here) but I need him alive and well for tomorrow.
With that I find myself in the current position of hauling his sorry through the streets, no one even bats an eye lid though. He is probably the most famous drunk in town.... and many others by this point. he can knock back 6 bottles of what would normally take 1 bottle to put a whole adventuring party under the table. Its genuinely something, I mean im also highly resistant to poison and could still maybe manage just about 2 of them.
Through lots of effort I manage to get him to my front door before throwing him on the ground so that I can unlock it. There weren't any problems on the way back, i mean no one wants to fuck with one of the only F-rank adventurers in town, but theres usually still some chancers that reckon they can take me with enough of them. No its Vaughn there scared off, the mans a bonified sociopath, and even in his current state they dont want to take the chance to get on his bad side. After the roughly 20 years we've spent in this town were both quite the famous figures, and Vaughn himself has spent enough money at Claudia's whore house to not only keep her business from closing, shes even opened a second branch.
After dragging his sorry arse inside I reckon I should take this opportunity to see what trouble hes been getting into lately, hes got a habbit of disappearing for weeks at a time and then showing back up covered in blood and barely conscious.... I think it might be time a held an intervention, haha.
Well lets get on with it, I pull his shirt over his head and start my examination. He seems to have a new scar running parallel to his arm down his bicep along with one no his abs. Those to just blend into the scarred mass that is Vaughn though his chest stomach and back are fucking covered in the things. surprisingly hes only got one on his face though one on his cheek that nearly starts at his ear and ends at his chin. The funny thing about Vaughn is that listening to stories about him you'd expect him to be something giant massive ripped guy with an ugly face and arms the size of tree trunks, but thats not the case at all. he actually on the thinner size, his muscles are all toned but thats what happens when you eat about a meal every 2 days and kill shit for a living. And hes actually somewhat off a pretty boy. his eyes freak me out a bit being a sort of grey that nearly blend in with the whites of his eyes, but that doesn't change the fact that hes handsome. he has shoulder length brown hair with it shaved around the sides as well.
You know what though, I should probably stop staring at him and get to bed myself. After putting a jug of water on the bedside table along with his flask I climb into the other side of the bed and shut my eyes, its going to be a long day tomorrow.... thank fuck Vaughn's coming.