<strong>Name</strong>: Prower-Graves<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Pier by the<em>Musashi</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Misa<br/><hr/><br/><em>"It's part of the reason I stuck with you guys through all that mess. I owed it to you all, and the other part, the more important part. You people are good folk. What little home life I had before joining the military taught me you hang on to people like that. So here's to us. A couple of soldiers sitting around enjoying a drink and a fishing pole, telling war stories."</em><br/><br/>"Amen to that." he said, tapping his glass to hers and then sipping his drink. "So, you got any good stories you'd care to share? I'm sure you must have a few good ones to while away the hours with an old warhorse like me." he commented as he then started; it looked like he'd gotten a bite on his line. "Hold that thought, I think I've hooked something."