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[sub][@Valor] Glory[/sub][/center]
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As pandemonium erupted from the guildhall, a large green creature, slightly battered and bruised, came silently walking from the main entrance. It was simply just regular business as usual here in the guild. Fights here were incredibly common and heavily disruptive to the entire atmosphere. Dreadlin wasn't much of a brawler, although he admits to participating in a handful back in the day, and would rather be fighting the wild monsters lurking deep within the nearby jungle. Speaking of that, the lizardman's somewhat tired and tarnished look came from one of the recent creatures he fought in that very jungle. A large wyvern had attacked him while he was observing the nature around him, and he had no other option but to combat him in his fiery monster form. The fight was fierce and quickly-paced, with the two having fallen into a lake, where the winged-beast quickly took flight and escaped with an inch of his life at stake. But it wasn't without sacrificing its tail to the blade-like protrusion of Dreadlin's own.

A shame he wasn't able to nab a Wyvern for his ever growing collection of transformable beasts. It would've definitely benefited him walking miles just to get there.

And boy was he starving.

He left the guild on an empty stomach, which for someone who burns so many calories in one fight alone is already a recipe for failure. However, the rich bear-stew he had last night really filled him up, so he didn't even feel hungry when he left. Dreadlin looks around one one side of the room for something to eat. He glances over the tables and taking a peak at what others are having. Most of the people had beer in their hands and only one person was actually eating something... a measly salad. Yuck. As a lizardman with sharp teeth, he needs something more substantial than simply greens. If anything, he wouldn't mind fruit, but he's on the prowl for something more. Maybe he can find some meat?

Dreadlin checks the other side of the room. At first he saw more-or-less the same thing until he smelled a welcoming scent. It was the unmistakable smell of smoking-hot cooked meat. His mouth was already beginning to water as he follows the scent to the corner of the room. But once he found the source of the smell, his face of eagerness turned into a face of utter fear. There, sitting alone eating a chunk of meat, was one hell of a woman named Glory. Oh boy, why did it lead him to her. He didn't hate Glory in anyway or capacity, far from it, but she's simply so... imposing! With her body replaced with metal than meat, she definitely gave off a cold vibe. He didn't want to disturb her from her lunch, but his rumbling stomach says otherwise. 

Well, looks like he's going in.

Dreadlin approached Glory cautiously, trying not to disturb her with his presence as he walks up to her.

[color=007236][b]"Oi, 'scuse meh Glory-O-Mighty,"[/b][/color] he says hesitantly with a heavy slang in his voice, [color=007236][b]"Sorry ta be a botha, but uh, if I meh ask kindly, are ya gonna finish that big ole' chunk o' mutton ya got there? I didn' eat anythin' before I wen' out and I be wonderin' if ya mah kindly spare a lil' ole' piece for meh plese? Jus' a tiny piece, nuthin' too big, yeh?"[/b][/color]