[hr][center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
[h2][center][b]Friends?[/b][/center][/h2]
[sub][right]Interacting with: [@Achronum][/right][/sub]

It was a good feeling, being in such a casual setting; the sort of thing Joryldin was worried that he was never see again... or, for the first time, for that matter. His true blue eyes took on the shade of a clear summer sky. The group's collection dwarfed the size of his own, and Joryldin was struck by choice paralysis. He bent down and scooped a disk into his hand.

[color=0072bc]"I'm not sure. You've got a bit of everything around here."[/color]

The art intrigued him too, he gently held the disk up for its owner to take, and glanced at the beautiful scenery.

[color=0072bc]"Did you guys make these?"[/color] he asked, gesturing to the myriad murals coating the bedroom walls. [color=0072bc]"There's so much talent here, it's crazy."[/color]