[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] [@Fetzen] [b]Mentioned:[/b] [@Ashevelendar]

The white mage chuckled with the gargoyle, [color=dodgerblue] "Yes, the name is a bit ironical under present circumstances. But it's a serviceable one and should be apt once we actually fight on quests." [/color] She tactfully ignored the creaking chairs, no sense embarrassing him. Besides, Gwen wasn't sure if anything she could do to help would be welcome. So she answered his next query with a nod, [color=dodgerblue]"I would like that. Partners in archery, so to speak."[/color]

Then Gwendolyn noticed the knight that was suppose to lead them leave the inn in a rage, seemingly flustered about something. [color=dodgerblue]" I guess we're down one tank,"[/color] she said. [i][color=dodgerblue]"Wait a minute. Tank? Where did that term come from?"[/color][/i] Then the elf shrugged her shoulders, whatever it was, it seemed an apt description of what would have been Seth's role in the party. A role No could play to some extent but not very well. Gwen surveyed the crowd and spotted the orc woman. Said her name was Shama Molokai, hadn't she? She hadn't been assigned to anything yet since she had arrived late, she seemed nice, and something about her screamed the mysterious word "Tank." Then the elf turned to Kerylun, [color=dodgerblue]"Maybe we should ask Shama to join with us? We need somebody to keep the targets in our long range and she seems nice and the fighting type to fit the bill."[/color]