[center][h1][color=Crimson]Cain Bellanaris[/color][/h1][/center]

Cain looked at the elf, that was supposedly the master of this guild. In his own opinion the elf was quite young for his age to be in such a position. With how long their life was they should pursue goals at steadier pace than how most humans lived. Having been taught about his own mortality at a young age, Cain sought to leave his mark on the world even while young. As even though he was endowed with such awe inspiring strength the test of time would whittle him away far faster than his brothers and sisters.Getting up from his chair with a creak, his imposing size all the more  apparent as he walked by the others. Cain's stone faced stare focused on the young elf, before focusing back on the textile mage.

[Color=Crimson]"Mahtar. Helf collo lá"[/Color] Cain asked the mage in his native tongue, the mage although mildly nervous quickly warmed up to his request producing a large brown fur cloak with the warriors insignia on it. Upon doning it the large cloak merely stopped at Cain's hips not able to cover his full stature. The giant gave the mage a sincere smile and nod, before going back on his seat and leaning on his blade as he listened intently. The blade began digging deeper into the floor with the added weight.

[Hider=Translation]"Warrior. Fur cloak please."[/Hider]