"If I wanted your opinion, do you think I'd give you the time to voice it Shula?" Faelan said with disdain looking at her beaten and rugged form before finishing off his bottle. "I don't care who shady shit stain that was, but you know what, I don't need to tell him my personal life, and I don't imagine he'll go spilling like tipped bottle at the first chance he gets, so I'll take my chances." Glaring at the bottle, and making up his mind before she could say anything, he let the glass slip in between his fingers and listened as it bounced on the ground, not enough to shatter. But enough to skitter to her feet. The scrapes of the bottle held little interest to him as he walked out the door, letting the wood quietly scrape shut behind him.<br/><br/>Faelan hadn't been able to bring much, and he hadn't accumulated shit in the short time they'd been there, so he hardly needed to wait to leave. The clothes on his back, and the sword much more literally on his back were all he needed for now. A two day travel wouldn't be hard, and he imagined this new employer would follow through with the handsome offers he suggested, or catch some steel to make up for it. All Faelan knew is that he didn't care about being by Shula right now, and he could actively feel his mind rejecting the bond, shoving it's effects to the back of his mind as he strode away from the bar. The small amount of coin he did earn begrudgingly from Thomas jingled in his pocket, and after a short walk through town and a glance at the map in the envelope, he was well on his way to ridding himself of the lizard.