"HEY! Gregor don't pretend you can't hear me!" Catching up to the mercenary, Basilio threw an arm around his neck, forcing the other man to talk to him. "Just the man I was looking for!"
Gregor was dragged down slightly by the exuberant greeting, but otherwise didn't break stride. "Ah, Gregor was not expecting to see West Khan in blue blood's army. He is sellsword now?"
Laughing, Basilio threw back his head. "Ha! No, just lending some strength." Thumping the other's back, he continued. "But I was looking for you, sellsword. Up to take me on in a rematch?"
Rubbing his chin, Gregor tried to remember the last time they had fought. But he couldn't pinpoint an exact date, seeing as he'd fought so many. Shrugging, he went for his default answer. "Gregor only unsheathes sword when much gold is being offered. Besides, Khan is comrade?"
Rolling his eye, Basilio snorted. "A drinking contest. I already know we're fairly matched, though I could probably win without contest this time around."
Ignoring the stab at his skills, he took his own punch as the Khan. "Gregor is thinking that a man your age shouldn't try to challenge others to drinking competitions."
Stopping in his tracks, Basilio took a sharp turn, steering the mercenary away from camp and towards the town they were stationed by. "Well that wasn't a no, and it sure wasn't a compliment. Don't think you can get away with harping at my age, telling me I can't drink and live to tell the tale."
Grinning, Gregor threw his arm across the other shoulders. A drink would be a nice change of pace. And finding someone who could match him keg for keg wasn't something that he came across every day. "Loser will be paying?"
Basilio smirked, mentally calculating the tab the two were about to ring up. "Get ready to go into debt."
AN: Request for Scion of Clan BattleHammer.