A Quick Look around the pub Guilliman could see several men in a variety of attire, from crude fur based clothes to shiny metallic Lamps that increased their weight several folds.
As much as this place looked and smelled like a place where drunkards go to die. It very presence could suffocate a none slayer.
This was simply because every single person here was in fact a slayer- including the bar keep.
"Come on old man, if you don't even let me try how would you know it was half hearted?" The young man whom Guilliman had just identified as Eric said with a look of defeat in his eyes.
This old man wouldn't give him a break, he had been here to renew his license severally. And each time whenever he was about to pass he would immediately step in and stop the attempt citing that he wasn't giving it his all.
It was beyond frustrating.
