In his lips was an unlit cigarette, he didn't like to smoke but from time to time he had found himself taking a drag of a cancer stick if he was bored or nervous. Goes to blame Alisa for him smoking now, had she not cut him so badly he wouldn't be stressed. The wound was still bandaged and healing, but the very idea that such a woman exist and nearly took his life frightened him.
Baron did not wear a shirt, or well, the shirt he wore was the one that was badly torn by the Blue Pegasus' blade. He cut it at the chest to show off his midrif and bandages. He thought it looked snazzy, but his eyes weren't really those for fashion. He rubbed his wrapped stomach and chest, it was a good cut just up to his abdomen... Gods she almost took him out of the game..
"I NEED FOOD." he cried to himself as he laid on the cart, "Any food..."