second oath ≈

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[Frog looks somewhat distant, perturbed, and downright depressed for a frog. If that's possible. There are a few dents in his armor and his long green cape is torn up a bit, but his wounds have long since been healed. His broadsword leans against the bar counter next to him, where he has been steadily drinking for a couple of hours.

He's starting to look like a regular already.]

Ohhh... my queen... forgive me...

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[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac rather likes this bar, so he's hangin about]

You alright?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[Aren't you underage, Isaac?

Regardless, this is the fourth time he's been asked that.]

This -- this knight be a disgrace! I should've been tossed out upon my own sword!

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[He's 17! That's plenty old in Fantasy land!]

That never ends well. What happened?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[And Frog is like... ten years your elder, kid.]

Everything happened. Nothing happened. [deflates] My Queen...

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[He's still a freaking frog. If he can drink, Isaac can too!]

Is she alright?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[He was a human once!]

... she's fine... [brb downing more ale]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Then why are you sad? [Already pouring him another glass]

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

Because... t'was my own failure that allowed the Queen to be kidnapped. Therefore... I 'ave nothing left to do but rot.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Does she blame you?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

... No, but I cannot fathom why. I was her personal guard, and yet she still was taken.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

She still trusts you, then. You can't give up like this!

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

Yet I 'ave. 'm a disgrace to my kingdom. If it happens again, surely I shall lose my head.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Then you have to try hard not to let it happen again!

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

It doesn't work that way, 'm afraid. I can never return, not like... this.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Well don't go back drunk, but...

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

That too. [He pours himself more ale. How much grog could a grog-frog frog if a frog could frog down grog?]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Wait what?]

Cheer up. If the Queen is still alive, that means you have a chance to redeem yourself!

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[... IDK, but grog is crappy sailor beer.]

I am not sure...

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Well don't be depressed until you ARE sure.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

A bit late for that, lad.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Then cheer up.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

... Tomorrow. For now, I'd rather drink to old ghosts... even if it makes me alone.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Well...Cheers then.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[He makes a noncommittal noise and drinks some more. Sorry, Isaac.]