[color=fff79a][b][h3][center]Berke Bayamaar[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

Berke was glad his new buddy had assented to making a team with him. After all, who didn't love a good friend patting them on the shoulder? It was a perfectly friendly gesture. In due time, they were joined by a small monster. While there weren't many monsters at all in Altay, Berke certainly wasn't about to become judgemental all of a sudden. [color=fff79a]"Excellent! We're a team!"[/color] Berke exclaimed as Azerus clearly accepted their new monster buddy. Soon enough, the time limit for team building ended, and to Berke's shock, there were a few people that failed to actually form teams in the time allowed. Who wouldn't want to form a team as quickly as possible? Maybe they were just too shy?

They were all assigned weapons for their excursion. Berke had taken a go at using some of his family's hunting weapons in preparation for coming here, but he was hardly familiar with the use of a gun. He also wished he had been given a more blunted weapon; he knew he would have to hurt something in this career, but he could at least avoid slicing anything up like he would have to with this knife. Strapping on the harness, he was dismayed by the further explanation the professor provided. Were they to actually fight and even kill the other teams here? That was the one thing Berke did not want to do. He really hoped the professor was just kidding around. If not, maybe Berke had just learned that this place was [i]not[/i] for him.

As quick as blinking, the professor whisked them away to their starting positions. Steeling himself for whatever was to come, Berke resolved to try and get this done without doing any unnecessary killing. Focusing on Azerus' question for the time being, he answered, [color=fff79a]"Well I can't say I have any truly special skills, but if you want me to bulldoze anything in our path, I can do it."[/color] While he said this, Berke hoped nobody was about to ask him to bulldoze any people down. The only fighting he'd done back in Altay was purely of the friendly variety against his family and other people that could take a good hit. As far as Berke was concerned though, Azerus' final statement was encouraging; he wouldn't tell them not to die unless he cared, right?

Otherwise, it was time to get moving. Berke kept his eyes peeled for a sign. There had to be a sign welcoming people to town, right? That would tell them the name.

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