[h1][b][i][color=3333FF][center]Alcander Mires[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[hr]
[color=3333FF]Location:[/color] Tapri Tea House
[color=3333FF]Interacting with:[/color] Claire[@Lady Amalthea] Joel[@Pundii]
[hr][hr] 

Alcander was pretty much the embodiment of 'eye of the storm' as his two compatriots spilled ice and drink down each others pants and sprinted out of the tea house, laughing and yelling. Joel's question reached Al's ears as he chewed on the second half of his breakfast sandwich. [i]Gotta be honest, I'm pretty in love with this food[/i]. He took a sip of water, and gobbled down the last of the sandwich. Another scream from outside echoed into the tea house, and he raised his hand calmly. "[color=3333FF]Check please.[/color]" 

He apologized profusely, and laid how money down on the table. The next Claire and Joel saw of Alcander was him slipping out of the Tapri joint, his feet sliding as smooth as silk. He seemed to have an amused smile on his face. For someone who wasn't exactly wild with people he just met, he seemed to enjoy being here. In fact he did often like being the level headed one, as if he was the weight to counter balance their antics. "[color=3333FF]You guys going some place?[/color]" he asked, as if he had caught them stealing from the cookie jar.