[b] [u] Grey Onyx [/u] [/b]

As Grey listened to Meirin speak of her home, he was a tad surprised. [i]Huh. I must not get around as much as I thought I did...[/i] He thought. Being from Djarkel himself, you'd think he would have heard of the place... Not that he didn't trust her, he was just surprised is all. [b]"Ah, Djarkel huh? That's where I'm from. Though with how pale I am you could probably already tell, huh? Ever been to blacklight? tiny little village, not too far from here." He asked. He found himself smiling as well. He was just as fond of his home as she seemed to be, even if he went off to wander. He wondered how old man Slate was holding up without him to help man the walls... [b]"Ah, so you're a warrior as well? What weapon do you wield?"[/b] He said when she mentioned 'martial training.' He couldn't help but feel he had a few things in common with the girl. She certainly seemed nice...

It was then that they came across Lucilia. He was quite fond of her, given that she had been the one that got him his post after all. She was also rather nice, most of the time. Still, there was something... unsettling about her, but he was probably just being paranoid again. [b]"Heh, bastard got my arm broken."[/b] he lied. He certainly didn't want Meirin to be reprimanded or anything. After all, it was an accident. [b]"But chasing him around beats speaking with those snak- diplomats."[/b] he said, his disdain for the various factions vying for the college's support only barely disguised.