[i]Hmm... Once, my will was not my own, but now there are no strings on me. [/i] Ginger downs the glass, and then leaves the tavern. From what he had heard elsewhere, the Council was good, but he had no reason to mistrust this Red Baron... Nor reason enough to trust him. His mind was set: meet this Council, and choose his side as he would. For his side would be the victor: of that he was certain.