[color=8dc73f][center][h1]Freyr[/h1][/center][/color]

Standing in the very center of the group, Freyr watched the building curiously, as the boy called Neil talked about it. On the forest he lived, there weren't any buildings like that. The villages were made on top of trees to avoid the dangerous forest floor. Although the city where the female Vieras lived had big temples and beautiful spires on top of the biggest trees in the forest, he never dared to venture too close from it. But more important and interesting than the building itself, was the number of people there with him. He couldn't lie, after spending so much time alone in the forest, living in the ruins of a place where once the male Vieras lived, he was very, very excited and happy to not be alone anymore.

As each one of them started presenting themselves, Freyr listened carefully, his big ears (a trademark of the Vieras, and the very thing that make them so popular when they go outside of their forests) moving and turning to hear their names.

[i][color=8dc73f]"Neil, Arletta, Ryla, Anitta..."[/color][/i] he repeated their names to himself. There were some who haven't told their names yet, but they all seemed to be good people. He couldn't help but stare at them, with curious eyes as they talked. There were all sorts of races and people, some wearing light clothes, other wearing big and heavy suits of armor, some wearing robes... Freyr particularly didn't understand why they needed so many clothes, and how they could even move themselves freely using all that, especially suits of armor.
Freyr himself wore only very light leather bracers coming up to his shoulders, cotton and leather pants, made to be flexible and give him at least some protection and leather shin guards. Anything more than that was unnecessary, as it would hamper his agility.
But the very fact that the Vieras never covered their bodies as much as the others did, made all those colorful, interesting clothes very beautiful and strange to his eye.

[color=8dc73f]"... Oh, i'm sorry, My name is Feyr. I am a male Viera, probably the only one alive..."[/color] he said, surprised when it was his turn to present himself.
[color=8dc73f]"Yes, male Vieras do exist. We are only even more secretive and secluded than the females are. Oh and please do not pull my ears... They are quite sensitive... "[/color] he said, his ears going down as he spoke it, almost as if he was already foreseeing that someone would try to pull them (which has already happened many times since he left the forest).
[color=8dc73f]"I'm really happy to meet you all."[/color] Freyr said, with a kind smile. Anyone looking at him could see that he was actually very happy to meet them, to talk to them and to be with them in general. 
[color=8dc73f]"If you need any help, or even if you just want to talk, please let me know I will be glad to help you all."[/color]

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[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Bast Ragoczy[/h1][/center][/color]

Patiently waiting for his turn to talk, a mysterious man wearing magnificent, formal clothes and holding an elegant cane stood in the back of the group. His clothes, mannerisms, his impeccably white hair, the monocle, the discreet, but beautiful gold jewelry adorning his finger, hat and clothes made him feel incredibly out of place in the middle of all the others. 

[color=C6DEFF]"Herr Bartholomew must be very busy, especially after reuniting so many different people, from so many races in one place!"[/color] he said, walking forward to the group to present himself, looking to all the different races there.
[color=C6DEFF]"I have many names, but you can call me Bast. Bast Ragoczy."[/color] the man said, taking off hit top hat in a flourished bow.
[color=C6DEFF]"Its a pleasure to meet you all. So many beautiful and interesting ladies, and even a male viera! I'm almost feeling intimidated!"[/color] he said, putting the hat back on, laughing.
[color=C6DEFF]"We do have quite the work ahead of us, indeed, but I'm sure that with a little bit of effort, we can restore the building back into its former glory. I wonder what happened to it to become like this..."[/color] Bast said, answering the girl in armor and looking to the building.
[color=C6DEFF]"Don't hesitate in asking me any question you feel like, after all, if there is something I have is knowledge and secrets. And I would also love to know you all better. With so many lovely companions, I'm sure that one thing we wont have is boredom!"[/color]

Bast was quite interested in all the different people there. A witch doctor, a knightess, a shoggoth maid, a blade dancer... He was certain in accepting herr Bartholomew's offer, it promised to be very entertaining.

[color=C6DEFF]"Herr Bartholomew has quite the eye to find interesting people! I am quite amazed myself!"[/color] He said, looking to the others with a very satisfied expression.

[color=C6DEFF]"Although I must say, he also has a very good eye for women!"[/color] He said with a mischievous smile.

[color=C6DEFF]"Pardon my indelicacy, but... You ladies are simply breathtaking!"[/color] He said putting his hands together on top of his cane in a noble pose.

[color=C6DEFF]"Deadly, swift and beautiful, the grace of a blade dancer is unparalleled in combat. Strong, with an iron will, unbreakable, a knightess's honor and virtues are incorruptible. Knowledge coming from ages and ages of culture and tradition, the inquisitive spirit of a scholar, the witch doctor uses the knowledge as it's weapon, as sharp as any blade. And how could anyone forget the kindness and caring nature of a maid? Always there ready to help, resting your head while under the care of a maiden is enough to raise anyone's spirits."[/color] Bast said as he walked to the back of the group, looking directly to the eyes of each one of them as he passed, with a gentle stare.

[color=C6DEFF]"Ruthless, ferocious and the ultimate hunter on the sea, the mershark's dangerousness only makes her even more beautiful. A mask is just like a beautiful painting, once you understand then completely they only become even more beautiful. Their charm is unrivalled, dancing, acting, losing your heart to a mask is very easy. A wendigo, a living fortress, as impenetrable as the cold and harsh winter itself, but at the same time, their embrace is warm and full of love."[/color] He said getting back to the place he was before.