[h2][right][color=#a8a9ad][b]Osric Griswall[/b][/color][/right][/h2]
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	“Well, I can’t say you’ve made a good first impression with that.” said Osric. He didn’t seen Ludvig leave his chair, but her did catch the lightning fast response Amaris had when he suddenly appeared behind and reaching towards her. He chuckled at what had happened. It looked close, but it didn’t appear that the chain caught the charismatic man. It would be bad form if either party had already offended their own team before the adventure began.

	However, Osric’s thoughts quarreled when it turned out that this Amaris person was, in fact, the same Amaris that annihilated that border town. However, the news of it being a slaver city was new to Osric. All he knew about it was the carnage and merciless nature of the incident. Not that there were any ulterior motives for justice. After learning the church had managed to secure the sarkaz he left it at their word. It would be a lie that this new information didn’t spoil some of the reassurance he had when he heard of Amaris’ participation. While he wasn’t there personally, he was in the area, and the stories told about it was gruesome. It was hard to take her at her word. Osric did his best to hide this fault in confidence, turning to the table to pour himself another glass of the mushroom wine.

	Osric turned to see that Ludvig had left, “well. I have to say that is quite the story. I’m not sure I can say much about it. Here’s to working well together.” Osric lifted his glass slightly in his meager one sided toast. Even if this girl was the sarkaz that destroyed that town, her attitude even when she defended herself was very cordial. He found no reason to be anything but worthy of her trust in return.