[h2][color=aa8877] Avon Ruhame [/color] [/h2]

After a good nights rest, and a tastier then usual breakfast ( courtesy of his favorite tavern ), Avon took his time getting back to the gate. As expected, he wasn't the first one there, not even close by the looks of it. Hazael was there, obviously, as well as a few faces he recognized from the crowd the previous day. However, not all of them he had seen before.

Anyhow, as he drew in closer, he heard them speak. The first one he heard was a girl who absolutely butchered Hazael's name. The second, was talking about the guard and asking for the plan. Others continued to go on and show they were present, and a few of them started to go about talking to each other. Avon was feeling a little less intimidated by the group then he had the previous day, but he couldn't bring himself to talk to any of them yet. 

Avon didn't want to shout above the others to introduce himself, so he inched towards Hazael, all the while listening as before. One of the ladies gave quite the speech. He would have been slightly less inclined to listen to the bombardier talk if she hadn't been so pretty. Avon then slapped himself lightly to get himself out of the mindset. [i] Now's not the time for staring, now's the time for action! [/i] he pep talked himself while he merged with them.