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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3336969" data-attributes="member: 36973">Coldan nurses another drink. It is hard to say how many he has had, but it couldn't be too many. But he remembered sometime he would forget to pace himself, and his purposefully forces himself to put this one down. It was not time to feel sorry for himself. It was time to a job.To do the right thing... hopefully.Once the mug is down, he turns to those gathered. "If we are to work together, it is best we have familiarity with ourselves. 'You have lost the battle if you do not know your weapons.' Some may have wish to conceal their true selves, that is fine. Trust is... difficult. But something by which we can call each other, and what skill brought you here, that is what we must know."Coldan straightens up, and places his feet firmly apart a comfortable distance. When he does so, there is an obvious... presence about the stance. One that instills confidence, or that tries to anyway. "I will start. I am Coldan Ciandra. I wield a blade, and have seen time on calvary lines. I am... familiar with some of the Ragasian military tactics, and if that can be of use, and I will share them." He looks about the room. "Who is next?"</blockquote>