Piers Nivans
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Sitting at a bar, his hand curled around the bottle of liquor he had in hand, eyeing the others. Since being given a break after the mess that was Lanshiang, it’s been a lot of bar-hopping or dinner parties hosted by other BSAA members.
It’s getting repetitive. Being a soldier was Piers’ entire life, having a three month long break was too much.
Grumbling to himself, he took another long sip before something— or someone— caught his eye. Maybe this was his chance to a less boring break.