Aerith, former soldier and current mercenary, sits at the bar laughing over a cup of... whatever it was. Root beer, perhaps? He did love root beer.
"You're kidding." The guy next to him said.
"Nope!" Aerith replied. "That Amal had gathered eight of its buddies and surrounded my platoon. So using nothing but a single lighter as a source of flame, we had to take them all out! That's where I got this scar... hmm, I should probably keep that one to myself, actually."
@Condensation