I'm really bad at sharing. This is from a story I haven't posted any of online yet. I'll get round to it.

Don't let their job title fool you: Daemonslaying is all fine and dandy when a. you're fighting for your lives to save the world (in return for no thanks whatsoever) from some Shadow Prince of The Abyss or whatever, b. avoiding the so-called authorities because the law is a bit of a grey area at best, or c. drunk or otherwise self-medicated. What they don't tell you is the vast majority of the time is spent between disasters: traveling, stuck with the same companions and getting on each other's tits.

Case in point: there has been a slight altercation. Blackjack may have slightly accidentally on purpose kicked dinner over the campfire and now no one is happy. Soul has run off crying and Shade is about 3 seconds away from letting his werewolf side have a say in the discussion.