Bas enters and orders a drink

[tris]

Morning Barkeep. If you see Mr Yates, could you tell him I'm looking for him?

Thanks

*Sits in the corner, in thought. The drink stands untouched.*

[ctri]

Yates enters. By this point it is night time. He's dusty and travelworn, and ignores Bas.
He walks over to the bar, unclips his sword belt and places it carefully on the bar, unhooks his mace and lays it gently atop. He nods to the barkeep who puts it below the bar and hands him a small wooden token with a rune carved on it, and two pint mugs.

Yates drinks one swiftly and in a businesslike fashion, sighs, and takes the second one over to the table where Bas is sitting and sits opposite him, crosses his arms, and waits.

[tris]

You made it then?

[ctri]

"I did." Yates says, bitterly.

[tris]

Good. And the other scout?

[ctri]

*Yates abruptly stands up, eyes furious*
"Her name was Fira!!" He snarls, hands clenching around the haft of a weapon that isn't there. "She was my sister, and YOU ABANDONED US!" 
"You said! You said if two of us went down the third was to circle around and come back! You saw us! You knew they had us, you knew we could be saved! 
WHERE WERE YOU?" Yates bellows hoarsely, the entire pub staring silently at him in, drinks half way to mouths "WHY DID YOU LEAVE US TO DIE?"

[tris]

Put your hand down unless you mean to use it. You think I left you to die? While you were busy bleeding, I was killing and injuring and keeping them away from you long enough, I would think for your sister to wrap a bandage round you. She didn't.

[ctri]

Yates's posture slumps, and in a tone of weariness he says

"I'm not talking about the heat of battle, I don't know what you did or did not do once I was down... We were healed, we were awake, we were in their power. You were there, down the hill, watching.

You made a decision then to return to Dunlirron. 
The krygans hunted us and murdered her. 
I have seen to it that every one of them was executed, death for death.

Her death is... not your fault." Suddenly Yates locks eyes with Bas, steel in his voice, back straight and unyielding "You turned your back on us."

*Yates turns his back on Bas.
He walks toward the bar. He takes a green weapons permit from his pocket, crushes it, and tosses it into the fire. He turns to the door, preparing to leave*

[tris]

You think I turned my back on you kid, you've a lot to learn. Now I see you've accidentally dropped your permit there, it appears to be damaged. I'll arrange a replacement. I can't bring your sister back, but if you stick with me, I can see to it that every kryganite will pay in blood for it.

[tris]

I know you don't like it as she was close, but just say you didn't survive. Ho would have reported the village of stone well if I had got myself killed rescuing you? How many more innocent people would have died? We get paid the big bucks because we put our life on the line. And it's our job. I'm sorry Fira died, but knowing how things played out, and knowing that more lives were saved. Means if the same situation arises, then I wouldn't change a damn thing. And if the roles were reversed, I'd expect you to DO YOUR JOB.

[ctri]

[[OOC: Apologies, quite ill atm, might be a few days before I have the wherewithal to reply here. Good stuff tho, really enjoying
~C'tri ]]

[ctri]

*Yates freezes midstep, and turns to look at Bas*
"...are you offering to train me?" he says, in a tone of incredulous anger, overlaying a current of eagerness at the prospect.

[tris]

From what I hear, if you quit, the scouts guild will be worse off. Cultivate what you have, in time, you could be in my position. Improve your skills with the scouts and be able to bring death to your enemies. Don't be a quitter.

[ctri]

Yates hesitates. Two paths before him, which would lead him to his goal?
A letter titled "To be delivered to my brother in the event of my death" flickers across his minds eye, and he makes up his mind.

He nods, once, briefly, and leaves.
There is work to be done.