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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bobitron" data-source="post: 1934375" data-attributes="member: 25479">Gunther cracked a wide smile at his companions. "Well, looks like we are to be in the service of the Knights Panther, huh? I guess I finally ended up in a position my father would be proud of.", he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Gunther couldn't help but feel angry that he was being press-ganged into service. Hells, if that Witch Hunter had offered enough coin, he may have joined up for this sort of folly willingly! But, he admitted to himself, it was good to be swinging a sword again after months spent in taverns and gambling halls everywhere from Altdorf to Middenheim. Already, his body and mind were clearing of the constant alcohol buzz that served to dull his wits and weaken his constitution. Gunther's powerful arms and stong, wide shoulders were back in condition after days of long, arduous pratice. Genther had even come to respect von Kreuzzug. He had seen many an officer like him in his days as a pistoleer serving in the Grey Mountains, slaying Skaven and Bretonnians that dared enter Imperial lands. Tough, but for a purpose. He is there to tone us into fighting form, he thought, not just to belittle us. Looking about at his companions, he consider their lot. The dwarf seems tough in a fight, and that swordsman appears downright dangerous with that strange blade. The skinny guy obviously has something driving him. He looks as though he has never handled a sword in all his days, but he sure attacks that dummy with a gleam in his eyes. As for the girl, Rat, it was hard to judge what she was up to. She could hit the targets with her huntsman's bow with ease, but seemed ill-at-ease when she had to get in close with the trainers or while sparring.</blockquote>

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