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[sub][@Rune_Alchemist][@Suku][/sub][/center]

In literature, the act of physically looking up to someone usually implies metaphorically doing it as well.  The act indicates respect, reverence, awe, and a certain desire to follow them.  Haine only received the urge to repeatedly slam his forehead into the edge of his shield until his brain became some sort of soup like substance.

Looking up was an odd sensation for the six foot tall knight, and not something he did often.  However, his guild mate Chloe forced him to bring his eyes towards the skies daily.  Today was supposed to be a day for relaxing, for enjoyment, and for a sense of camaraderie between the town and themselves.  But like most days, he instead was followed around by this overly cheerful woman who [i]constantly[/i] insisted on play fighting.  The knight was starting to believe the woman was some sort of masochist, considering how she lost every single time and made no effort to improve herself.

After muttering a small prayer for the woman's future crush, Haine sought a distraction from the prospect of a duel.  The knight knew he'd give in eventually to her constant teasing, but he had dressed reasonably nicely for the even today, donning a long tunic straight from bellum and displaying fashion that had long since drifted out of fashion for this part of the world.  It would be a shame to dirty it so quickly.

Luckily, the man spotted his distraction in the form of a red haired girl.  Sora, a member of Harpie's Wing and a fire mage, had showed him around town a few days prior.  The woman was twenty one despite her both youthful and short appearance.  Right now, she appeared to struggling with some sort of pop-gun game.

This was his chance to both repay a favor and give the tall woman behind himself a distraction.  [color=gold]"Greetings Milady Sora, is this challenge causing you difficulty?"[/color]  The warrior made a slight bow and spoke confidently.  The woman may have been pretty, but the man was far past the age where such minor things flustered him.

Realizing the possibility that Chloe and Sora hadn't met yet, the knight gestured to his companion.  [color=gold]"I'm pushing forty and may be too old for this, but perhaps a more youthful spirit would be a more enthusiastic aid?  This is my guild mate Chloe.  Chloe, this is Sora, she showed me around town soon after I arrived."[/color]  The knight successfully managed his tone in such a manner to make it hard to detect his annoyance from a few minutes ago.