[h3][color=9e0b0f]Herleif Felman Brynjar[/color][/h3]
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	As Artemis explained the circumstances surrounding him, he nodded while furrowing his brow. He vaguely understood the meaning of this explanation, though some of the terms were beyond his grasp. Looking through the transparent wall he found himself able to recognize the construction of the coliseum, similar to the ones found among his homeland, albeit much greater in magnitude. As Artemis described the stone he used to summon them all, he nodded in understanding.

[color=black]"Your strength in Magic is impressive for a man, Women are often the fairest manipulators of magics. Their souls are closer to the Gods, purer."[/color]

	His eyes then moved to the Roman and the Britain, a subtle fire burning in his eyes as he was forced to remember the Innocent blood he had seen men similar shed in the name of their gods. He walked to the table, retrieving a loaf of bread and ripping it in half, then approached the lone woman among them. Stopping a few feet before her, he lowered his head and placed a half-clenched fist onto his chest, a symbol of respect within his family. He then offered one of the half-loaves to her, his outstretched hand remaining a few feet away. He could tell she was apprehensive and untrusting of the men around her, a quality they both shared. 

[color=black]"I am Herlief, Son of Brynjar." [/color]
	
	He stated, introducing himself to the likely confused warrior before him