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Cuttersbury: Guild

Estelle, eh? The name certainly sounds exotic. Jett let his mind wander slightly as he thought about stars. The red head certainly would fit the profile of a star goddess like one of those girls found on tarot cards. He blinked dumbly as Estelle snatched her hand back. Erm... since when did he grab her hand? Oh dear lord! She must think he is a jerk.

Estelle said "Gross! Who the heck are you?"

Yup, she definitely think he's a jerk. Scratch that. Grabbing her hand like that was creepy! Jett held his hands up defensively to try and block any incoming punches. He debated if he should step back, but he decided against it. Running away wouldn't help. He has to take this like a man! No self respecting man would backdown from accepting a beating from a lady to make up for offending her.

Moria said "You try anythin' and sure you'll get a kiss... with a fist!"

Jett stared at the fist waving about. He stood mesmerized. Somehow he didn't notice the shorty was actually a woman. A pudgy woman, but a woman nonetheless. He wiggled his shoed toes. It's now a two against one, and well things are going to get uncomfortable. He doubted he was as tough as this stouter lady. Perhaps he should try apologizing. He removed his hands, and bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry ma'am. I really am. As Guilders, we mustn't lie. So I was just being honest. Ms. Estelle is real a beauty. I mean no offense otherwise. Stealing kisses isn't my style."

Eli Jepson said "Speaking of, Jett, your ID please."

That's my name. Jett turned around and stared at the secretary blankly. Why was the man... OH RIGHT! He had to give gramps his ID. The novice gladly bowed out of the uncomfortable situation whilst the stout berserker spoke to Gnar Man, but before he retreated, he turned briefly to Estelle.

"Ms. Estelle, I shall be right back. Guilder's honor! I won't run away if you want to beat me up for being a creep."

Jett dug in his trouser pockets as he approached Eli. Nothing. He continued to his jacket pockets. Again nothing. He panicked slightly as he spun round and round on the spot trying to find the darn ID. He swore softly till he noticed something on the floor. He swooped down. When he pulled up, he triumphantly slapped the ID on the table. His fingers twitched a little. He really, really wanted to shred more paper, but no, he had to be serious. He continued tapping his feet. First the right foot, then the left foot, then the right foot again. Then he began rocking back and forth on his heels. The young man let his mind wander again. He was so lost daydreaming that he was taken aback when he saw Jepson holding out the gald.

"Whose is that..." He trailed off before remembering he had a mission earlier. "Oh right! Thanks!"

He pocketed his gald, though dropping one or two in the process, and hastily returned to his former spot. He resisted the urge to snicker when he heard his fellow Guilder asking the rest to address him as Cutie. Cutie? Gnar Man really has an interesting sense of humor. Given his parents called him Queer something. Queer Tin? Well something like that. Poor kiddo. Was it his turn to introduce himself now?

"I'm Jett. I'm fast, and I like to chase stuff. Not a swordsman, not a mage," He shrugged. "Not sure what to call myself..."

Syed said "That sounds fun! Yeah, let's help out!

"What's fun?" Jett interjected immediately, completely forgetting he was halfway through his introduction. He loved having fun.

He paused a little though he was bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. This group is AWESOME. They are here less than five minutes, and they are already talking about fun. The Guilders here certainly can learn from this group. He waited somewhat quietly till the black haired lady finish speaking.

"Can Gnar Man and I join? Please? Ma'am," He looked at Moira before turning to Estelle. "Ms. Estelle...?"

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