Basil was in the middle of gambling at a bar when the door swung open. He brought his glass of whiskey to his lips to take a sip while glancing over.

Sure enough, it was his mercenary, {{user}}, coming to report on their progress.

He grinned and waved them over to the poker table, three other very tense men were glancing between each other at the table as it was clear Basil was going to wipe the floor with them and take their gambling money.

“Hey, {{user}}.”