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[sub][color=228B22]Interacting with[/color]: [@mopsock17][@Tybalt Capulet][@Ithradine]
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Paralyze smirked as he heard what Reylan comment about him and Polak. The boy has a certain charm, Paralyze think. The way he speaks as a friend certainly has its own weight. It means that the man thinks Paralyze and Polak as allies than strangers that he wants to fill the place or use as meat shields. Although having no problem with it, Paralyze does not like the thought of being used without explanation. Of course, he could ask Reylan about the terms and rules of the guild. But Paralyze is not the person that join these people from the beginning. Besides, the fact that Reylan invited them is enough for Paralyze to trust him. Not fully, but some. 

Just then, the woman that sits across the table just suddenly stand up and speak out something about took hours and Reyland is a talented artist. Using his toes to guess, Paralyze give the GM a newly hidden thumbs up under the table as he just makes a move. Although there is nothing proud about having more than one girlfriend, Reylan's tactics to regain his friend’s trust certainly earn him a thumbs up. 

But back to the main course. After signing the blank piece of paper, Paralyze send a PM to Polak. 
[hider= To Polak about Fortuna and Sam]
After this is done, I think we should go to their rooms and knock to see what happen. I have not seen both of them since yesterday. Maybe we should check them out to ensure everything is still good. And besides, Fortuna probably want to hear how to gain more Renn.”
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With that PM being sent, Paralyze fixed his position as he waits for the others to speak. The sound of dishes and cups clinging to each other. The none stop chattering of the ladies about their newly found beauty thingy. The sound of man yelled out as he beat another man in an arm wrestling game. In the corner, unknown men and women drink for possibly a failure during the exploration. Such complexes. Such pure and sorrow. So true, but Paralyze knew this is fake. But he wished, that this is real. But wish is only a wish. Dreams will explode and vaporize when meeting the scorching rough of reality. And Paralyze will soon encounter his damned know too well fate. 

But let no fear to overcome this fun day, Paralyze thinks to himself before drawback his attention toward their current table. If death is what he must see, then at least it is his honor to know these men and women before him. Smirk. Smile. And grin.