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[@The Irish Tree]

The minotaur spoke first, and while immediately Ozzy had to take a step back from his observations to realize that the gentleman was indeed, large, massive, and probably built, well like a minotaur.  But Ozzy, being a harpy of quick study and perception noticed how he presented himself, and that is, rather shyly.  It made him vastly more approachable then his appearance would suggest.  And when he responded with a proper greeting, Ozzy simply beamed his usual youthful grin.

[color=gold]"If I can call you Magnus, you can call me Ozzy.  I hope we get along."[/color]  Having met with a number of different cultures, his chosen words were always a bit more blunt.  He even offered a handshake, his 'cape' raising along his arm as if they were connect.  His hand would be lost in the big guys, but it was a proper greeting.

[@Restalaan]

Very foreign, her accent generally had him stumped.  It was very rare accent and that was probably why he wasn't immediately stricken by her fashion sense.  Usually he could pick out a particular style from his travels, but this woman represented something entirely new.  He was right to be excited.  She could be from Zipangu!  A country he was eager to someday visit.

He offered her the same handshake, knowing very well that might be something her culture might not know/approve of so if she refused, he would just smile all the same. [color=gold]"A pleasure, Miss Yang Bethlehem."[/color]  he made an effort to say the names, help him remember.  His head tilted a little bit, the odd feather eyelashes dropping over one side of his face, his hands going immediately to his chin.  [color=gold]"White Tiger Temple?"[/color]  He turned a little bit.  He knew he never went there, but-  [color=gold]"Sounds familiar, did I read about it?"[/color]  he asked himself giving an audible little sigh as he closed his eyes.  He quickly bounced back.  [color=gold]"I'd like to hear all about it sometime.  Namely, what's a disciple do?"[/color]

[@PaulHaynek]

They both began to talk answering Bart's question, and Ozzy was quick to take a step back, raising his hands.  [color=gold]"Op, sorry."[/color]  He said a little embarrassed and getting out of the way.  It was important guild business and he was the newbie.  He listened to both sides converse about a job, a job that he figured did not go as well as they hoped.  He wanted to know the specifics, but that wasn't important in the grand scheme of things.  He tried to observe, learn what he could through piecing the snippets of info together.  Maybe an extra pair of eyes would be able to help next time if there was a follow up.

Bart, as Ozzy seemed to understand, was a very roll with the punches kind of fellow Ozzy concluded.  He invited them all inside, including himself to dinner.  He was keen on the whole team building but he looked to Magnus and Yang if they were up for it, probably tired from whatever bit of heroics and tribulations they just had.  Still, Ozzy wasn't about to gain say the master again and began to follow.

He looked at the 'collateral damage' in the guild hall and made a comment.  [color=gold]"I'll try to help with that Master Bart if theres time.  I'm not a carpenter, but at least I wont need a ladder."[/color]  And he stepped inside, hopefully for good, he stopped at the door, holding for his two new guild acquaintances.