Atlas leisurely puffed on his pipe, savoring the sweet taste of the Torian blend of tobacco. In his not so humble opinion the Torians grew the best tobacco and was well worth the rather high price. Though, considering he rarely paid for things, that really wasn’t much of a concern for him.
Atlas smiled to himself as he ran his dark eyes over the small assembly of men. The majority of them were injured in some way or another with bloodied bandages hanging from their battered bodies. That wasn't particularly surprising, all things considered. What was surprising was how many had managed to make it back alive. He blew out a ring of smoke and watched it dissipate into the air before speaking.
"So, who would like to explain to me just why exactly the Priest is still alive?" Atlas’s voice was
