Your stomach roars. And why shouldn't it? You've been lugging around most of a person for hours today. Just the thought of potatoes is making you salivate, not to mention the roast! But your stomach's growl is rudely interrupted by a roaring shout. "For Delmacia!" The booming voice comes from out of the nearby bushes as an all-too familiar redhead pounces at you. I say 'pounce,' but after you solidify your footing, he practically bounces off you and hits the ground with a loud thump.
"Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! That hurt, you know?! Jeez, what's your deal Ronald Dunhall? First you skip out of ceremony rehearsal, and now you're beating up a handsome guy who throws himself at you!" Your would-be attacker grows sullen, somehow feeling offended.
You don't buy that pout for a second, regardless of how cute it might seem. This is Bregan, your childhood friend and oftentimes enemy. He is a true believer in the Church's teachings and rules, but isn't quite smart enough to remember what half of them are. Next year, he plans to enlist in the military and can't ever seem to stop talking about it. As far as your opinion on the matter goes…