[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Kyra, Satilla, Nor. [/indent][/center]

Oh thank Lord Boccob. The man had the sense to pull his trousers up when he turned, as readily as the lad turned away from the show. Thomas was not ready in the lightest to catch a flash of whatever Keystone was packing downstairs. After all, being the only other male in the entire group, and only half a man at that given his youth and inexperience. Either way, certainly neither were probably the idealized fantasy that women had, sure Keystone could cook and had his muscles, but surely the ladies would want a more cultured man? And Thomas, well boyish as he is, had still some room to mature despite and perhaps tame the three personas vying for control over him. As the group may or may not have picked up on the rather drastic changes the boy has had with his phases. Did Thomas remember to tell the group about them and how they work? He might have, although perhaps too academically and bored them all during his bookish explanation of how cosmic sorcery works. Though that was his asset, a few spells and formalized knowledge of the arcane arts that none in the group so far had presented.

And it looks like the poor innkeeper had another misfortunate run in, judging by the wretched sounds of retching, coming yonder once more. A familiarity from the evening prior. One would think Femnal would have kicked Keystone out by now for all the indignant things. But Thomas supposed it was rather difficult to turn away business in town being supposedly plagued by undead, especially of said business was supposed to be your blessed saviors. Thus no matter how much warm piss you'd have to drink, it was better than dealing with undead, or worse being an undead. Imagine having to taste your own rotting tongue, no wonder why most liches go insane and evil. Oh there's a good thought to research, perhaps if Thomas knew a few Liches he could interview to test out this theory and publish his first piece of academia?

[color=bedded]"Hrm..."[/color] Thomas mused curling his index finger to his lips as yellow-gold eyes flicked at the dwarf in question. Kyra did pose an open vote, within earshot of the dwarf in question too. And also within earshot of Femnal's heaving and protests, which Thomas tuned out by focusing in on the dwarf as if to judge his character. On one hand, Thomas was also relatively new, so he had no right to truly bar the dwarf, extending the same openness the group had shown him. Though on the other hand, Thomas was a traveler on the road who was injured to an extend and offered assistance rather than attempting to join the group so openly. Thus his integration was more of a mutual understanding and appreciation that they didn't rob him and kill him upon encountering him. Then again, the dwarf mentioned he was a hairdresser of sorts? Or something like that, a skilled craftsman might be welcome to a degree, but they really had no need for merchants did they, after all didn't Cremwise or whatever his name was sell them out to the orcs? Who was this dwarf, and who did he work for if not himself?

Then of course on the other other hand, at which Thomas was probably turning into Hextor at this point with all the hands he was having, the dwarf was another able body, which at best could be a nice... Meatshield for the lack of a better term? Frankly if he didn't mind being the one getting all the attention from the next round of exploding skeletons, why not let him be the party's designated... Meatshield and spare Keystone a few stitches. Then again, on the other other other hand, Thomas' personal interactions with the dwarf didn't go so well given how it went last night. Which admittedly perhaps Thomas was bit harsh on him, yet given everything that happened, the dwarf should have kept to himself. And it is that sort of ignorance that, the party didn't really need any more of, Thomas was plenty of that sort of ignorance.

[color=bedded]"I side with Satilla on this one, I don't know what the man can do."[/color] Thomas ruminated, [color=bedded]"Everyone in the group has a niche, but I guess we could use another um, Pain-Sponge? Or if he happens to the type, my old group had a rogue of sorts who'd pick the locks, check for traps and all that, if he's that sort of dwarf, y'know good with traps and stuff? But then again, it was that rogue who- nevermind, I agree with Satilla, let's see what the man- err I mean Dwarf brings to the table. But I trust your, Sana's and Keystone's verdict if you all collective decide we need another able body for Reasons."[/color]

And Thomas was never known for one to be so laconic. 
Hence a simple yea or nay could digress into something of a didactic.