[center][h1][color=8882be]Reylan[/color][/h1]
[b]Arrows[/b]:17
[color=a2d39c]Renn[/color]: 778 >>>> 767[/center]
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As Karma stretched out his hand, Reylan shook it without hesitation mustering a warm smile. He had been anxious the entire dungeon run, but years of practice let him conceal it very well "[color=8882be]Well I focus on keeping us alive I guess, if I wasn't cool-headed I might give the wrong order[/color]." His mind seemed to let go of other distractions when people were in danger. Still, was it right for him to be at the head of the group? Everyone that fought was amazing. Did he really deserve the right to have such responsibility over their lives?

He sat his table with his elbows on the wooden surface and his lips resting on the top of his conjoined hands thinking this, silver eyes staring out at nothingness. The weight of his teeth pressing tighter and tighter as his doubt snowballed. He blinked upon hearing a familiar, normally shy voice call out among the noise grabbing his attention tearing him from thinking any more dangerous thoughts. Suprise was measured by his wide eyes as Aster spoke out in front of everyone and simply listened when he moved around her, his idea of this shy girl seemed to be falling apart completely today. 

It started off shaky but it was clear she was putting her heart into this and it showed in the feeling he was getting. He often thought that he would rather do something by his own than bother somebody but now he realized how selfish that was. His mouth was left slightly agape at Aster's personal assessment...[i]fantastic leader[/i]? His gaze lowered to the ground simply staring at the marking in the wooden floor, that was the second time his leadership was complimented. A smile broke out against any free will of his own as he raised his head once more. He had never been a leader in anything in the real world, never confident enough to give a try. Yet this could be his chance...his only chance.

Dirk was right. They got this far because they all contributed to the same goal. Not just to survive in this world, but to thrive. He felt the same way as Dirk, everyone that fought in the dungeon he considered his friends and his allies. A flash of determination sparked in his eyes and he rose up from his chair but not before Alisea spoke first. Stunned was not an adequate enough description of Reylan's face, he was at a complete lost for words. Both his hands started to shake almost unnoticeable to most eyes, his chest felt like a two tonne weight was laying on it. Three times the others had validated his leadership to him, he couldn't grasp why this was affecting him so badly.

He took a deep breath so he wouldn't start crying like a loser right now in front of everyone and sound like a emotional fool, bottling up such feelings was something he grown accustomed to yet a sharp eye could see past this. His eyes squeezed tightly for a moment, and when they opened he had strong look in them...along with the glistening liquid of tears that never fell. With his right fist clenched at his side, it was about time this so-called leader finally spoke, forgoing the stereotype of not knowing what to say "[color=8882be]I will accept this nomination, as long as everyone else is in agreement[/color]." The strength of his composure was being strained today, anything more and he probably couldn't hold it from bursting "[color=8882be]We have what it takes to win but that requires all of us[/color]." He stated with firm confidence, anxiously awaiting their reply trying to prepare himself if they said no...and if they said yes.