[b]Name:[/b] Gwendolyn
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Elf
[b]Class:[/b] White Mage
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern -the meeting table in the main lounge.
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Halvtand] [b]Mentioned:[/b] [@Raizin][@Ayemdar][@Holy Soldier]

Gwendolyn sunk back into her seat, full of relief and surprise. It had actually worked! She had thought the dope wouldn't be reasonable and a brawl would ensue, which she would have had a small chance of surviving without backup. But he had actually listened, stopped, and was now cleaning in that ridiculous apron. She grabbed another slice of apple pie and waited for the meeting to start, others were also ready. Then finally the knight called for order.

“Quite right, you two” He said as he turned away from the beast. “We’re all here for that meeting, so let’s all settle down and get to it, shall we?” He glanced over to the burly man in the apron. 
“If you don’t mind me taking the proverbial first step here… We need to do two things to begin with…” He held up two fingers, counting down as he spoke “One, divide us into suitable teams to tackle quests as efficient as possible. And two elect leaders for said teams that decide which quests, tactics and team members are best suited. All agree?”

[color=dodgerblue]"Agreed."[/color] Gwen replied. [color=dodgerblue]"I think we've all seen enough to know the suitability of some people to be leaders."[/color] She glanced meaningfully towards No.