[b]Name:[/b] No
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Dragon
[b]Class:[/b] Barbarian
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Post ends with No cleaning
[b]Tagging:[/b] Open, Everyone [b]Mentioned:[/b] [@KoL]

No pretended not to see the snerks, smirks, and smiles as he walked around the room in his pink apron, cheeks ablaze in embarrassment as he swept dust into neat and surprisingly organized piles. He kept his golden eyes on the floor. He was like a volcano ready to erupt, fuming silently. The rest of the guild better not have been looking down on him. He was a warrior! He was a dragon! Most of those beings he could break in to. The smallest one…well…all he had to do was sit on her, and she was finished!

He pulled a chair out and swept underneath it, no longer thinking about his humiliating ordeal. He was deep in thought, imagining the quests the guild leader would put him on. Why, he was the MVP! The party couldn’t go into battle without a warrior, and he was the best one! They wouldn’t have been able to complete any quests without him. He snorted, a few chutes of hot steam leaving his nostrils as a firm frown tensed on his face.

[i]I’m probably going to be first pick,[/i] No thought with a long and egotistical smirk stretching on his face. [i]Who wouldn’t want a dragon on their team?[/i]

The dragon was convinced that he had nothing to worry about and he continued to sweep.