[center][h3][color=f7941d]Gavlan Gurtrek[/color][/h3][/center]
[center]A.K.A "The love machine"[/center]

Gavlan was a heavy sleeper. Long nights of heavy drinking had become a nightly routine for the short and stocky fellow, a habit he blamed on his appearance and his need to emulate the proud and industrious dwarves of his childhood fantasy novels. Like them he was a hard working, free talking, harsh drinking little keg of a man. Though a keg didn't have the kind of upper body strength that he certainly did.
Even dead asleep, Gavlan gave his arms a triumphant flex as he snored away.

A shrill whistle, louder than anything he had ever heard, blared from somewhere in his room waking him up with a scream as he stood up swinging. With nothing there to hit he was quick to scan his suddenly beer-can fortress free room, noting the loss keenly. Nervous but unafraid he threw off the covers and strode bare bottomed to the source of the noise, unashamed of his nudity.
It was his own room, damnit!

Without hesitation he placed his finger on the get started button, giving a little yelp as it pricked his finger which hastily found its way to his mouth. Tuthbe told he had no idea what Enlightenment was as thr machine spoke but curiosity was ever at the front of his mind. Instructions for a plane ride at 2pm and a change of clothes were mentioned before the transmission cut out.
With a shrug, Gavlan geared up in the uniform sporting a white lion emblazoned on the back of his sweatshirt. 

At first he assumed that like all uniforms he had the displeasure of wearing they would not account for his compressed stature, to his honest surprise it fit snug. Perfect even.. 

"By ye gods of drink 'n joy, what ls this about?" He mumbled in what he assumed was a Dwarvish accent, something similar to a scottish dialect.

Not bothering to question the immaculateness of his new digs, Gavlan laced up his shoes and placed his hand made metal helmet atop his head. They got rid of everything else butbwere smart enough to leave his prized posession where it had been, untouched.
Ignoring the breakfast laid out for him but taking a 6pack of beer he had never heard of from the fridge he was out the door and into a cab waiting right outside. The whole ride was quiet. From home to airport and onto the plane, less than a dozen words had been spoken total.

Most of them being Gavlan. What surprised him most was nobody stopped him from carrying the beer with him. Up the ramp he went until he was on board a luxury aircraft he assumed was built for royalty.

Noticing a few other figures there, Gavlan decided the quiet had to end.

With a raucous cheer he thrust both arms into the air, his sleeves mysteriously torn off to reveal the toned muscle below, and bellowed. "ARE YOU FOLKS READY'TA LEARN!"