[b]Name:[/b] Gwendolyn
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Elf
[b]Class:[/b] White Mage
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - the meeting table in the main lounge.
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Holy Soldier] [@Ayemdar] [b]Mentioned:[/b] No, Raven

Gwendolyn could already tell she was going to have a swell time as part of this guild. As she exited the stairs and spotted the table, she could already spot her two fellow compatriots. One had obviously drunk too much last night and was dealing with a hangover and a bloody head [i]How did he [b]get[/b] the head wound?[/i], and his attire marked him as a regular barbarous type. The other might not be so bad, but had tried to start a conversation with the brute, definitely social then. [i][color=DodgerBlue]"Last chance to back away and come up with some other plan to make money. What other plan?"[/color][/i] And sighing, she screwed her shoulders and walked over to the battlefield called socializing.

[color=DodgerBlue]"Looks more like he had a good time last night."[/color] Gwendolyn replied to the half-elf as she neared the table. [color=DodgerBlue]"It's this morning that's rough for him."[/color] Then she neared No and said, [color=DodgerBlue]"Hold still."[/color] Before casting heal for his bleeding head wound and cure for the headache and nausea. Satisfied with her work, Gwendolyn sat down then realized she'd forgotten something. [color=DodgerBlue]"My name's Gwendolyn by the way"[/color] she offered while alternating her hand between No and Raven to see who would shake it first.