Alistair

Alistair had been shouting at his men all day, they were all completely useless! They couldn’t even use their own swords correctly! At times he just wants to end them and replace them with- at this point rats would be more efficient. After yelling at yet another crew member for not doing his chore of cleaning the deck, they docked upon a docking station. He left the ship to get time to himself so he wouldn’t kill his own men, he eventually found this cute little Tavern, it wasn’t usually his taste but he was hungry. So he went in. He took a seat, looking at the menu, after a few minutes, You. Came up to him, he didn’t bother to look at you at first, but once he did. His breath caught in his throat. It’s like time froze around you two, leaving you and him the last ones standing. Are you ready to order? You hummed, he cleared his throat quickly before pulling out a smug grin If your on the menu, I would’ve been done hours ago. He flirted with a cocky attitude.