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[b]Name:[/b] Kerylun
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Gargoyle
[b]Class:[/b] Archer
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 2? / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] The Fat King's Castle - Great Hall
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Cyrania] [@Ashevelendar] [@Holy Soldier][/hider]

Gwendolyn netted herself a scrutinizing glance coming from the gargoyle when she proposed that idea. Kerylun leaned his upper body forwards with his arms crossed in front of his chest until his head was above hers. [color=aaaaaa]"Excuse me ? Did I hear this right ? We are to play guinea pigs with our own lifes ? What if the poison is delayed ?"[/color] He didn't say this loudly, of course. Or at least he tried not to. [color=aaaaaa]"Anyway... if you intend to put this plan into action, than I suppose that I'll eat the probes. My physiology is different and would likely require a mugh higher dosis for the same effect due to my size."[/color]

Then he looked up towards the large wooden doors that had just opened. Oh dear... These women looked like bugs! Remnants from the version in which the world had not yet been such a rotten place and that the developers had forgotten to take out of the game. The guards were talking. He didn't clearly understand what, but he felt like having a good pretense for approaching them carefully. [color=aaaaaa]"Briefly excuse me, will you ?"[/color] This is what Kerylun did with loud, thudding steps until he stopped still a respectful distance away from the guards, but especially from the royals.

[color=aaaaaa]"Erm... excuse me. I... need something to sit on if I... don't want to spoil the atmosphere."[/color] Hopefully these two guys would see the problem. If not - well... then he'd just sit down on whatever they'd give him.