As Avery sat in the pilot's chair in the Dauntless' cockpit, a smile formed on his lips that would just not seem to go away.
For practically three days straight, he and his team of mercenaries had partied and relaxed at the entablement they had chosen for their celebration.
Food, drinks, entertainment, and gambling, you name it, and they did it. Normally one might consider Avery's group to be more composed than most other mercenaries, but over the last few days they had really let loose.
Their celebration of a very successful job had culminated in a cost of several millions of Krenin, in large part due to Avery having ordered the finest food and alcohol the establishment offered for everyone on a whim without even checking the prices for every meal for the first two days.
Still, it had been an immense amount of fun and there was no doubt that the bond between everyone on the team had improved greatly.
