<div class="floatright">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/VernRieder.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: copperplate gothic bold;">Vern Reider</span></span><br/><strong>Location<strong> || <em>Dining Hall - Heading towards bedroom.</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong> || <em>Vkraci</em></strong></strong></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">The desire to kill that man for what he had done surpassed any normal desire, it was almost a need. The sight of the man’s body bleeding on the ground haunted his dreams. But with it came the thoughts of the bodies of his men, and Mack’s men. As much as he might hate them, he imagined at least a few were simply on the wrong side; if things were even that black and white. Those people didn’t deserve to die just because he couldn’t hold his hatred below their lives. And so he held back, put his leadership over his need for revenge.<br/><br/>And so he just nodded in response to Vkraci’s advice, knowing it to be good, and fully intending to go along with it. But for now his men were mostly resting. It was still early, and he hadn’t seen Vkraci in quite a long time. He had worked out a bit of an arrangement with the man, one that seemed to work out well for both of them. There were, after all, certain urges that the man needed to satisfy, and Vkraci was willing, not to mention confidential. <br/><br/>His eyes followed the man as he stood to wash his bowl, waiting for him to come back before speaking. “I’m going to my room.” His tone, and the choice of words, would be familiar. An invitation to follow if he wanted; he wouldn’t demand it, of course, but having known him so long it would be obvious what he wanted. The tension in his body as he stood and made his way towards his room would also indicate just how much he wanted it. He needed to get away from all the stress for a while, let out some of the frustration and anxiety in a way that wouldn’t hurt his people.</span>