Unretirement for Vincent please and thank you

Hello, I would like to retire Vincent Wolfgang please and thank you.

7:30 PM, Camp Bravo, Outer perimeter of Zaichaer proper House Wolfgang’s fleet and the other private contractor’s airships arrived at the outer perimeter of the city led by the carrier-class airship, The Arcadia. The fleet maintained a reasonable distance from the city. Vincent, along with his fath...

34th of Searing 122 8:00 AM, Camp Styx, 45 miles north of Zaichaer proper Vincent pushed the flaps of the tent and made his way outside. He saluted his commanding officer and the battalion of soldiers headed for the frontline. "So, how does it feel being the commanding officer of the camp, Lie...

“Look at you Mr. Franky, last we met I recalled you’re still running the tavern all by yourself. Well, well, everything you recommended so far has been exotic by the city’s standards.” Vincent laughed. “THE FUNGITHAL? How did you even-” he stopped and lifted his index finger. “It’s better if I don’...

“That’s what I’m talking about Mr. Franky.” Vincent grinned as he nudge Raphael. “Treating beer like wine. Well, that’s it Mr. Franky, but sometimes selling mid-tier quality has a faster return of investment than waiting for the twelve bottles to be sold. Unless you got a lot of rich snobs lined up...

“Sir, yes sir!” Vincent saluted and nodded at Sentinel Raynaud Monteliyet? Isn’t that the person who was there when that red witch attacked? If memory serves me right, the reports stated that he was the one closest to the witch at that time. Maybe the witch dazed him with some kind of hypnotizing m...

Leon moved closer as they entered the tavern. “Now I know what they feel like if they walked in on a tavern in the East End.” Franz chuckled. “I’d be wary too if a group of soldiers visits my establishment at night.” Franz and Leon tried their best to not draw attention to their concealed weapons a...

Vincent took out a piece of cigarette, he then took the box of cigarettes and offers one to Terra. “Here, something to make the smell more tolerable.” Raphael snickered at the female soldier’s remarked, he then put his hand around Vincent’s shoulder and leaned in. “Well, well. The girl’s got a poin...

Vincent grabbed the flagon filled with milky-looking lager and took three gulps. On his third one, he let the lager rests in his mouth a bit longer before swallowing it. He then wipes away the sweat from his face. He breathes a sigh of relief. “Mr. Franky, what the hell was that? That stuff is amaz...