[b]Name:[/b] No
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Dragon
[b]Class:[/b] Barbarian
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
[b]Tagging:[/b] Open, [@Ayemdar] (Raven), [@Cyrania](Gwen), [@Fetzen] (Ker) [b]Mentioned:[/b] Open

No hadn’t said a word as he rested and attempted to forget the miserable situation he was in. Another feminine voice was heard, and his eyelids parted, revealing his golden eyes blearily peering up at the elf.

[b]Hold still.[/b]

A cool and pleasant sensation washed over his body and suddenly his nausea seemed to fade. The gash on his head sealed up, leaving behind only dried and old blood. The dragon’s eyes widened in surprise as he sat upwards with a spurt of rejuvenated energy.

[b]My name’s Gwendolyn by the way.[/b]

The warrior regarded the cleric who was offering her delicate hand. The chair ground loudly as Gwen would suddenly discover that the dragon had scooted closer to her. Her personal bubble had been breached as he sat next to her with his legs shamelessly wide about her chair. He rested his weight upon his elbow on the table as he took her fae-beauty in with a shameless and toothy grin.

“I owe you, beautiful. My name’s No, short for a much longer name that most can’t say,” he introduced himself. He then pointed a thumb at himself. “I’m a dragon, girl. You couldn’t find a better companion than me.”

[b]Good morning. How are you doing?[/b]

The dragon’s eyes narrowed as he turned his head just to peer over his deltoid at the…he was a pretty big guy. No sized him up for a minute, before his brows furrowed a little, giving the creature a look that said, [i]Piss off, I’m working here![/i] Before he turned his attention back to the elf cleric.