[center][color=FF8C00][h2]Túlio[/h2][/color][color=F0F8FF]Location: Avent City; Grand Hotel Mohad, 101st floor..
Interacting with:[/color] N/A
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Migrating to the center of focus, the rebellious tattooed fellow, Túlio stands on the outskirts of the 'clearing' around the man. Slowly unfastening the knots which upheld the jars dangling from his body, Each is placed onto the ground. Also duly noted, the thud or clunk emitted from the jars would have been far louder, or heavier, than anticipated. Speaking loudly, and clearly as he can. Túlio hopes he's understood. 

"[color=FF8C00]Those jars, sacred among my people and used as deadly weapons. Please keep them safe during exam. I would hold no honor, if I wore them during a weaponless trial.[/color]"

Attention narrows onto the man protesting his dismissal. Honesty and possibly arrogance lacing his voice with a wicked smile to top it off. Several steps taken forward, bringing himself into the 'mix of the mess'. A few head nods to the left and right occur as audible pops emitted from his neck. Along with a few more stretches being performed as he spoke. By the time Túlio finished talking a loose, yet obviously well versed, stance was assumed. 

"[color=FF8C00]I will remove this problem. But, I only desire his badge to reward time wasted on a fool. For I hold zero desire of taking shortcuts in earning my hunter license...[/color]"