"Save your breath. I don't wanna hear what you think." Michaelis stretched his arms before folding it behind his head.Â<br/><br/>Vrael snarled and left the room. Â Normally, after he got his payment, he would visit the Armory to tweak and upgrade the crossbow. But right now, his emotions were governing his actions, so he decided to go the the bar instead of screwing up the near-perfect tuning of the bow.Â<br/><br/>"One beer." Vrael yawned as he slouched over the table. He accepted the beer, sliding the money over to the bartender before staring at the glass bottle. He looked over his shoulder and was rewarded with a glance of a bunch of vampires. He snorted, at least they aren't werewolves.Â<br/><br/>He took a swig before staring at the sides of the bottle again. Alcohol warmed his insides as he folded his arms grumpily waiting to pick a fight. I'll love to see someone pickpocket me now. He resisted the urge to start speaking to the unoccupied bartender who was apparently watching the television. He snorted and walked over to the bunch of people discussing politics. "The leader will reveal himself in good time. Those that are accustomed to power should not lead, those who know the hardship of the people should lead." He took another swig of beer.Â