Donovan "Donnie" Hendricks, Stacey Carter & Justus Maher
{Post Count: 16/16/1}
Current Stats: ( ) = Justus
Level: 4 (1)
Offense: 13 (10)
Defense: 12 (6)
Precision: 9 (6)
Endurance: 14 (11)
Speed: 11 (8)
Fame: 16 (10)
~Continued from: Part I - Meeting~
"You sure you're gonna be able to do this, Carter?"
Stacey Carter, the older of the two men, growled at his one and only friend, Justus Maher. "'Course I will." He sounded a lot more confidant than he felt. Fighting, living on the edge, constantly having to move around and hide from his past life - all were things he was pretty good at. Farming? Eh...not so much. Actually, the idea of actually settling down and living a normal life scared the shit outta him. But he wouldn't show any fear.
Even if he didn't show it, Justus picked up on it. He could have easily made a remark about it. He knew that Carter wouldn't ever dream of hitting him in anything other than a sparring match. Still, he wasn't the type to rub in another man's fears. Especially not Carter's. So instead, he nodded, hoping to bring some reassurance. "Yeah, you're right. You'll do fine...we all will."
In an attempt to change the subject, he added, "So, where's Donnie? I thought he was just gonna scout out the area, see what's around here. He's been gone for well over an hour now. Think we should look for him?"
As if merely speaking about him could summon him into the room, the door opened and Donnie stepped through, face flushed and mouth set in a wide grin. "Man, this place is so awesome! There's an orchard just a little ways away, and the apples are almost ripe! There are plenty of corals for maintaining animals, once we actually get them, and there's even a pond for swimming or fishing in!" It was clear that he was a city boy, and the whole 'country living' experience was far more thrilling to him than it was to the other two men.