Farrel shakes his head and tries to hide a frown. "Issac, if you remember right, I bought the last round a drinks. So you be owing me one. And second, I don't like blood in mine. Y'all spoilin for a dust up, after taking licks from the Irregulars. Sounds like you got more bone then brains in them heads of yours."
"I ain't no general or justicari, but I know you choose your fights when you can win."
With a slight tip of the hat, "Now I'll be heading in, I an I have some business with the barkeep. You all do what you're gonna do. I was just being neighborly to some good drinking buddys."
With another nod to Clive, "See ya on the way out." Farrel reaches to open the door.
"I ain't no general or justicari, but I know you choose your fights when you can win."
With a slight tip of the hat, "Now I'll be heading in, I an I have some business with the barkeep. You all do what you're gonna do. I was just being neighborly to some good drinking buddys."
With another nod to Clive, "See ya on the way out." Farrel reaches to open the door.