[center][h3][color=fff257]Class: Dragoon[/color][/h3]
[color=fff257][h2]Hans Joachim[/h2][/color][/center][hr]
[color=fff257]"A pleasure."[/color] 

Brian, huh?

His posture and expression looked indeed competent, confident and strong. Hopefully this would be the one truly worth of his time, worth being his wingman. Hans in the past had had problems with trusts and stuff, but his ideology in its core hadn't changed much: Trust until proven disloyal.

There was a small elf girl who came just after Han's greeting with Brian, timidly asking for their approval to team up. She was a cute one, and having a girl in his team would be interesting, since it appeared that no one else was on his team. But the problem was that she wasn't assigned here by the system. She was on team one instead. And the thing was that in this world, everything was managed by some sort of computerized system that although Hans could not properly comprehend, a misaligned team would easily be detected. So however tempting Hans wanted to help the girl with her team switching issue, he would have to refuse, unless allowed by Willow.

[color=fff257]"Sorry there, but unless you ask her, I can't really help."[/color] He said pointing at Willow, who was busy tending the others. [color=fff257]"Because even if she doesn't pay attention, the system here would. You've seen it, don't you? The tablet. Don't get me wrong, I would welcome you, but I would prefer not to go against the rule here."[/color]

Hans patted the girl's shoulder reassuringly, as he continued.

[color=fff257]"Return once you've asked."[/color]

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