[center][h2][color=cyan]Forrest Brian Idland[/color][/h2][/center]
[hr]

[color=deepskyblue]	Forrest did not plan a proper reaction. He noticed the threats and anger settled down on the instigator. The steam coming off the other individual seemed dangerous enough for the man to back off. Forrest then came to realization that he should not have dabbed. The short-tempered man promised their argument would continue later on. 

Emotions were running high and Forrest became confused. Was he feeling nervous or anxious? The thought of a possible fight occurring later on did not seem the most inviting event.  Forrest could not help but think back to his first life when he fought on the playground or outside of school. It only happened around five time because of Forrest’s big mouth; his resume did not exactly have “fighting experience” as a notable characteristic. 

[color=cyan]“Yeah, I’ll settle you like pilgrims settled in North America,”[/color] Forrest paused. His eyes moved left and right. Shame took over his body after realizing how lame his comeback sounded out loud. He proceeded to sit down on the table he stood on. Taking a seat next to young blode individual with wings. Forrest did not bother him about the wings given the man did have a blue complexion. 

[color=cyan]“Silly? I wouldn’t describe it that way. A second life would mean taking the risks you wouldn’t in your first, right?”[/color] Forrest asked the winged individual. He then glanced over to the woman drooling excessively which pushed the blonde closer into his personal space. Scooting back, he shook his head. [color=cyan]“Wow, there are some real characters in this room. LIke we do not have a shortage of weirdos.”[/color]

Forrest heard Willow continue her helpful direction toward learning the aspects of living again and the world’s rules. She gave supportive tips and basically a guideline on how to act to the townsfolk. The questions given to her before were answered. Some of them did not provide answers the others might have hoped to hear. Willow might have not been as all-knowing as Forrest thought. She had her own gaps of knowledge, but she did prove to be an excellent guide or mentor. 

Forrest listened to Willow mention the aspect of grouping up into teams. The trainer did not know what to make of it. He loved the social interactions between people, but then again...Forrest took a glance at the short-tempered man and the drooling woman. This did remind him that people were weird and not entirely fun. He just hoped he found a nice group that appreciated his pop-culture references and sense of humor. 

Forrest grabbed his tablet and proceeded to inspect the device. [color=cyan]“Yo, I just realized something. I got a device that tells me my stats that was given to me by a mentor figure named after a tree. Anybody hear this before?”[/color] Forrest chuckled and looked into the group number on his own personal pad. 

Seeing the number “2,” he cracked a smile. He shrugged his shoulders and didn’t decide to play the game of going to each table looking for teammates. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted his number. [color=cyan]“Okay, if you’re in group number two, your life has gotten so much better right now.”[/color]  [/color]