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[h3]Armend Kinora ⚔[/h3][/center]

[indent]Armend ate his food rather quickly, went inside his warmly lit room, and geared up. With the new guy and now, Clara, all set to go, he didn't want to seem like the hindrance. Even though he would be. With frustration, he attempted to fit everything on. Even his clothes seemed particularly difficult to get on. Having so many professionals around him wasn't viewed as kindly as one would think, because now he was surrounded by a bunch of snobs who would potentially looked down upon him. And he'd had enough of that at his old village. 

He grabbed his dual swords, tucked them on his person, and headed back out. Finding an empty chair, he sat back casually, and decided to remain quiet. Clara was in the room, probably enjoying his pain, but that wouldn't faze him. Armend would gauge his opponents first before deciding if they were good enough to be challenged or not. A smile crossed his face now, slight and near-hard to perceive.[/indent]