[Fingers grace his coin purse, a leather pouch tied to his belt, threaded with twine and string. His mind shares the same thoughts as his friend - to settle their bill once the week is done. It appeals more to enjoy their time before worrying about finances, when he is responsible for accounting for the regiment's spending.
He looks towards the open table, shared by nobody but their fellow men. He glimpses a couple wander into the bar and immediately his thoughts turn towards the freedom of the open air.]
Indeed. Now, do we want a table or the joy of the ocean breeze?
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He looks towards the open table, shared by nobody but their fellow men. He glimpses a couple wander into the bar and immediately his thoughts turn towards the freedom of the open air.]
Indeed. Now, do we want a table or the joy of the ocean breeze?