[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] [@Cyrania] [@Ashevelendar] [b]Mentioned:[/b] Open[/hider]

The gargoyle acknowledged Gwendolyns words by nodding. Not that he was a very [i]social[/i] creature, but sometimes even he felt just better with having someone on his side. This was especially true if one's life was at stake.

People kept arriving. Hell, how large was this guild going to get ? The Eye certainly would not be a calm one... It made it even more important to gather some friends around oneself and do some networking. So far Kerylun's attention had been divided up between No and the persons that had gathered in the closest proximity to the table, so he had not been able to keep track of everyone coming in entirely.

And then it happened... No turned himself into [i]Wears-[b]No[/b]-thing[/i]... Or at least he tried. The 'success' was sufficient for the gargoyle's cheeks to balloon up to an almost painful looking extent while he desperately tried to vent the internal overpressure while at the same time pressing his lips together as tightly as he could. His elbow landed on the table and he started to facepalm. Or... should one say... faceclaw ?

Suddenly, Kerylun heard an unfamiliar voice call out his name. A damn needed distraction! He turned his head around. Instant thought: Wow, that was a tough lady... Maybe an Orc could act as a bit of a diversion for himself. The gargoyle lifted himself up to his full height and stepped towards the messenger. [color=aaaaaa]"Well No, I think you could be right about this. When you show the same quality of making a mock out of yourself on the battlefield as you did here, enemies will explode into laughter, damaging nearby foes and thereby causing a catastrophic chain reaction. However I think that your behaviour is not very... how should I say... courtly ?"[/color] The gargoyle's tone did not lack a noticeable bit of conceit before turning normal again. [color=aaaaaa]"Gwen ? Shrima ? I'm your man... erm... statue... erm... beast."[/color]