[hider=tags][b]Name:[/b] Kerylun
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Gargoyle
[b]Class:[/b] Archer
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Halvtand] [b]Mentioned:[/b] [@Holy Soldier] [@Cyrania] [@JackalopeLove] [@KoL][/hider]

If he should be relieved about the constellation of the party he was in or not, that was a split decision yelling out for a tie breaker.

On one hand it had turned out that Seth was their leader - [i]though[/i] he was human, he had already proven that he certainly wasn't the worst one available here. Kerylun decided that he, extrapolating from what he had seen so far, could live with Gwendolyn. The elf was a bit trigger-happy perhaps, but that didn't really disturb him unless her bow would be targeting him. Lizzy... well... even if she had an annoyance level similar to that of No written in her personality... She was tiny - probably a wizard that didn't need much of a body. It could serve as an alternative means to unleash her personality on the party, but then at least it would likely be more creative and intelligent than what No was doing... The gargoyle remembered that he wanted to talk to her later on when this meeting would be over. Elel, another elf... she would reveal herself over time, hopefully.

On the other hand: They had No in their party. But wait a minute.... 'Eye of the Storm'. The chosen name made Kerylun burst into a fit of giggles. [color=aaaaaa]"Erm... isn't the [i]Eye[/i] of a storm always the [i]calmest[/i] part of the entire thing ? I don't see much potential for calmness over here...[/color] The creature didn't point towards the dragon (of which it, at this point in time, didn't know that he indeed was an imprisoned dragon). It found it unnecessary. His fit came to a sudden stop when the two chairs he was sitting on started emanating cracking noises beneath his shaking body. [color=aaaaaa][i]Uh oh...[/i][/color] Now it looked like he was frozen in place - obviously he didn't dare to move even a single hand anymore.

[color=aaaaaa]"Gwendolyn ? Since you appear to be using a bow like me, do you think that we could team up ?"[/color] Speaking of which... why did such a high percentage of people carry all of their weapons and armor with them even if they seemed to have rented a room here ? Wasn't this horribly uncomfortable ? Or wait... maybe it was all stuff born by microtransaction, absolutely weightless but with the ultimate demand of being presented to other people ?