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[Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling
[Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter
[Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire
[b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Bastion and Gears [@PapaOso]
[b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Meiyu, Scratch & Val, Ezekiel, Phia, Menzai, Arya [@Tae], [@Apex Sunburn], [@Helo], [@princess], [@samreaper], [@Potter]
[Color=tan]Equipment:[/color]
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[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products
[Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider]
[Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
[color=brown]Gold Balance:[/color] 5
[Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently
[Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=silver]Wendel[/color][/b]

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One might imagine the experience of shaking a giant, cold, metallic hand discomforting, but Wendel could not help but widen his smile while shaking Bastion’s hand. It was by far the firmest and heaviest handshake he'd ever had in his life. 

[Color=silver]“Bastion… Bastion is a strong name. The name of a defender…”[/color] Wendel slightly shifted his body to face the birds flying alongside the airship, finding the pastime of the Warforged a reflection of his nature. It was then he figured this Warforged that had stood strong and tall by his lonesome, was as gentle as the fabric of his blue patterned scarf. [Color=silver]“The name of a protector.”[/color] He added, finding a word that more suitably matched Bastion's character.

The moment of serenity beside the gentle spirit houses in a mechanized frame was blissful, yet short. To sip tea alongside someone who could be a friend was a rare moment for Wendel. Each and every persona had something they coveted or craved. This… For Wendel, this was a treasure. Murmurs and whispers filled the air on another part of the deck but Wendel simply ignored it, at least at first. He’d seen enough in his life to not be drawn by a small crowd. He figured someone might have collapsed from air sickness or inebriation. It wasn't until he heard a raised voice chastise the gathered passengers that he stole a glance, and my was it a sight his eyes were lucky to catch. His glance nearly became gawk but he caught a hold of himself while eyeing the beautiful woman draped in a black kimono amongst what he could only assume was the airship’s medics and a young man requiring their attention. He turned back to face the sky, his ears now tingling with warmth 

Again he was reminded his decision to come to the top deck was a good one. Warforged, a splendid view, beautiful women, and a bar. He gave an affirmative nod at the pleasant circumstance.

[Color=30A4D9]“You are welcome to remain. I do not mind company. Though, I was intending to go over there.”[/color] Wendel followed Bastion’s pointed finger toward the bar, completely saving him from stealing another glance to confirm the beauty of the mystery woman. 

[Color=silver]“Ah… the bar.”[/color]

[color=30A4D9]“Would you like to join me, Mr. Wendel?”[/color]


[Color=silver]“Of course, Bastion. I have been in the mood for some mead for a bit now. Let’s go, my friend. We can get acquainted with another Warforged and maybe some others.”[/color] Wendel nodded at the bar’s current collection of customers before he moved from the rail and rolled his shoulders to ensure they hadn't stiffened up from his leaning.

Alongside Bastion, he walked to the bar but stopped mid-stride as he saw the available open spots at the bar beside two young women. One dressed similar to a nomad with remarkably pink hair and the other had a cloak concealing her form. Making a gamble, Wendel took the vacant spot to the right of the cloaked woman. He figured he'd be fine since she was so covered up. The safe option. Sure, he could have placed Bastion as a buffer but he knew of the prejudice the Warforged suffered and didn't want to cause any unnecessary panic. And though the bartender was a Warforged as well, the desire for a bar’s refreshments likely overrode the enmity one might feel toward whoever served them. 

[Color=silver]“Here!”[/color] Wendel took a seat on a stool, resting his journal and tea cup on the bar counter. With the cup’s contents both scant and lukewarm, Wendel decided to take a big swig of it to finish it off. [Color=silver]“Hello, barkeep. I am lucky- no, I am [I]happy[/I] to say I have met two Warforged today. My name's Wendel and this fellow here is Bastion,”[/color] he greeted warmly, admiring Gears as he had from a distance moments before. He hadn't noticed he cut into the pink-haired Elf’s conversation, but if he had, apologies would be in order… In this case, Wendel took charge of the conversation with Gears. [Color=silver]“I was wondering if you served mead here. You see, I was left a menu in my room after boarding, but sadly I didn't see mead listed.”[/color] He frowned slightly with the same disappointment he felt when he had discovered this earlier. 
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