Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trev jerked the bottle out of her reach and took a healthy swig before passing it over, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "If she even tried anything..." He started to say, standing up a little straighter as he watched Gretch's attempt to catch up. "I'd fucking kill 'er before she could take any of our gold," he said, matching her seriousness with a threat that was much less than empty.