'...My name is Systar os Caer Cyjyl, former archer of the Taelus Ral and novitiate Keeper of the Past.'
'...I am called Celebren and not much else.'
'...I am Digger. I am here to help where I can.'
'...I am Sorren Khadiir, a.... mercenary like yourselves.'
'...I am called Samea. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances.'
'...I'm Vel, and I'm very glad to finally have some company.'
One by one, each and every member of the airship's passengers introduce themselves to one another, all the while Massif grumpily sits with his arms crossed. He can sense based on the way a number of them look at him disapprovingly that his mood is probably not helping matters much, especially in this new time of meeting new friends... or at least new working partners. He notices that the half-elf especially doesn't like his demeanor, so Massif throws him an even dirtier look.
'Yeah, yeah yeah... we're all here, we're all ready to earn our daily wage. Let's not make too big an issue out of it. Especially you... whatsyourname again? Kellabron? Yeah you. The ship is real purty, but let's not get too excited about--.'
It's about halfway through his speech that he realizes that he's whining like a little baby girl, and he shuts himself up. This hasn't been the first time he's alienated virtually everyone he's been around, and if he doesn't keep quiet, it certainly won't be his last. He quickly turns back to the half-elf and mumbles...
'Er... nevermind. Sorry 'bout that. I'll just shut up now.'
And with that, he drops his eyes to not look at the penetrating stares that he is sure are bearing down on him.
'...I am called Celebren and not much else.'
'...I am Digger. I am here to help where I can.'
'...I am Sorren Khadiir, a.... mercenary like yourselves.'
'...I am called Samea. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances.'
'...I'm Vel, and I'm very glad to finally have some company.'
One by one, each and every member of the airship's passengers introduce themselves to one another, all the while Massif grumpily sits with his arms crossed. He can sense based on the way a number of them look at him disapprovingly that his mood is probably not helping matters much, especially in this new time of meeting new friends... or at least new working partners. He notices that the half-elf especially doesn't like his demeanor, so Massif throws him an even dirtier look.
'Yeah, yeah yeah... we're all here, we're all ready to earn our daily wage. Let's not make too big an issue out of it. Especially you... whatsyourname again? Kellabron? Yeah you. The ship is real purty, but let's not get too excited about--.'
It's about halfway through his speech that he realizes that he's whining like a little baby girl, and he shuts himself up. This hasn't been the first time he's alienated virtually everyone he's been around, and if he doesn't keep quiet, it certainly won't be his last. He quickly turns back to the half-elf and mumbles...
'Er... nevermind. Sorry 'bout that. I'll just shut up now.'
And with that, he drops his eyes to not look at the penetrating stares that he is sure are bearing down on him.
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