Alrik's gaze flicked to each of the others as they approached. Needless to say, there was tons of variety; a fairy that stole a strand of the paladin's purple hair, an elf that spoke *strangely* and wanted to pat heads, and a vampire that caused a small commotion, among others. This was quite the interesting group, and he found himself wondering exactly what kind of adventure this would be. Suddenly, the paladin spoke up. 

"What are you skills exactly? ... That's a question to all of you. If you're coming on this venture, I'd like to know what you can do if you haven't said so already."


Nobody spoke up immediately, so Alrik took it upon himself to step forward. He wasn't armored at the moment, nor did he carry his weaponry, but he still seemed larger (if not at least just taller) than most of the others in the group. 

"My name is Alrik Ironheart. Champion of Barukstaed." It was a made-up title, really, but it was impressive and made for a good -if not a tad dramatic- introduction. If anything, it was really more of an embellishment, as he *was* a local hero in his home city. His voice was gruff, but loud, and the accent certainly proved his heritage. He paused as his gaze quickly went around the group, and scratched his scruffy-stubbled chin. "My skills and hobbies include bashing in faces with any combination of my axe, shield, or fists." He looked back to the paladin. "Questions?"