[center][h2][color=cyan]Forrest Brian Idland[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=deepskyblue]	Forrest noticed a blonde individual walk up to him. Picking up his feet and swiveling on the bench, he stood up to approach the man in conversation. The individual appeared to be in the same age group as Forrest. The blonde's attire looked rather impressive and intimidating. The red cloak brought Forrest to only describe it as awesome. 

	[color=cyan]"Yeah, same to you, pal."[/color] Forrest scratched his head. The blonde individual called himself Hans. The first sentence from Hans did come off as odd. Forrest never would question someone's competence at first greeting though second life does call for new things. [color=cyan]"My name is Forrest Brian Idland. Call me Brian, Hans."[/color] Forrest smiled and figured he couldn't fully trust Hans. 

	For all Forrest knew, Hans could be his second murderer. The mage summoner decided to allow Hans to refer to him as Brian due to Forrest's own trust issues. Putting his arms behind his head, he began to relax waiting to see who else would join the group. [color=cyan]"I wonder if it's going to be just us."[/color]

	Forrest turned over to the frail, elf girl. She appeared lost as she kept asking people for their number. Forrest grinned when he assumed she belonged to his group. The dark elf immedietely frowned when noticing the number on her tablet. [color=cyan]"Sorry, I think you have the wrong group."[/color] Forrest pointed to her tablet tucked in her arms. The "1" was off-putting given that Forrest would have liked a girl on his team. 

	[color=cyan]"Hans, I hope we aren't going to be dealing with a sausage party."[/color][/color]

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