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[color=limegreen][h3][center]Parks, Level 90 Elf Summoner, Neon Colossus[/center][/h3][/color]
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Upon feeling his hair being brushed he tossed his head forward to try and shake whoever it was off. He reached up and grabbed the wrist of the culprit before he even heard her speak. He smiled, parting his lips to begin a long winded disciplinary speech but was cut off by Relka announcing her presence with her usual shit. He sunk back into the chair as she mocked his height but decided to play around a bit with it. In one graceful motion he maneuvered his legs from under himself back into a crossed position and then stood while spinning to now loom over the assassin. He was a good half foot taller at least and bent over to rest his elbows on the chair back leaving his hot chocolate completely unguarded. 

[color=LimeGreen]”Oh you didn’t hear? I’m a solid 6’4 now, and you seem like the short one from up here, little Assassin. Probably a good thing for all that sneaking around you have to do. We cannot all be gifted in soaking up attention for being so wondrous.”[/color] He chuckled, patting her head and then aggressively rubbing her hair. It was at this moment the food came out and an old dwarf approached, accusing him of being a child and in the wrong chair. [color=LimeGreen]”Oh, I’m so sorry, I figured it was a free for all as it should be. I’ll deal with Mamafang as she comes and... Who drank my. MMMMM Hello Chopper I see you’re still just as evil as I remember.”[/color] He spoke with his butt still facing the table. 

He turned back to Relka and pat her head then cheek before standing up, now just his hands resting on the back of the chair so she was at chest level with him.
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[color=silver][h3][center]Ragar, Level 92 Wolf Fang Guardian, Knights of Bahamut[/center][/h3][/color]
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[color=silver]”I impede those who step out of line, Cassio. I don’t care what they think because they don’t care what others lose when they go to the cathedral. I didn’t think you’d have such sympathy for them, you seemed like a good man.”[/color] Ragar practically hissed the words at the sword smith. He was not a man to take any criticism or critique. He was a man of action and idealism without a hint of rationality left. The stoic man then simply shot a glared over at Relka. She had not broken any of the laws his guild upheld and therefore he had no reason to hate her other than her constant pestering. He pulled a chair out and sat the criminal down. A further view of his stats revealed his name, or at least username, was Craxis. He was a level 65 pirate and in no guilds with the armorsmith subclass. Ragar was swift to move in and sit uncomfortably close next to him and eager to start this meeting. He filled up his plate with food and pounded on the table.

[color=silver]”Lets skip this bullshit, we have issues to talk about, hmm? Parks organized this meeting but I called it and I don’t want any interruptions. PK’s are high, and I didn’t bring this man just to show off a criminal. Even our CRIMINALS are having problems. We’ve got a near army of monsters just outside the city, player killings in front of that, and people don’t enjoy the new laws we’ve got. I expect to eat and then go to my guild and get more information, I hate almost all of you and you hate me so there’s no point in me staying. Any questions ask Parks or this scumbag, they’ve got all you need.”[/color]

Ragar spoke and then immediately shoveled pancakes and breakfast meats into his mouth, not giving anyone a moment to speak to him as he was constantly eating from this point on. He nudged the Fox Tail he brought in.

Graxis let out a small eep of fear and then nodded shakily, staring at the low level adventurers that surrounded him. No doubt a few he recognized but luckily these weren’t any he killed, just scammed with pricey armor. [color=orange]”Uh um, yes yes, so us um, us outlanders and such have seen ho-hoards of monsters roaming the woods between cities it makes trade very hard between us and and and the landers, they’re um... They are unhappy?”[/color] He looked to Ragar for affirmation that he told enough information but got nothing in return.

Parks spoke up again, looking over his shoulder and leaving himself open to surprise attacks from Relka and the grandma or anyone else that may come in from that direction. [color=LimeGreen]”Oh the people of the land are upset? I’ll check that out! I’ll need protection and some other help though, I don’t enjoy hoards of monsters ripping me apart and my subjects need a king they can look up to, right Relka?”[/color] He started to fully turn around, his back now to the assassin entirely.