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[hr][right][color=0A638A][b]First Floor[/b]
[sub]Late Morning[/sub][/color][/right][hr]
[indent]Oben had savored the blue glow of the Dungeon as if bathing in sunlight. There was something mystical and calming about it and whenever possible, he always found himself secretly soaking it in. On the quiet trek inside-his own merry chants dying as he fell into a focused state a little in, Oben had taken the time to memorize Kori, Castor, and Varanense's name. The cat-lady, whom's ear still drove his curiosity up the roof had held a delicate name. While Castor was the completely opposite of his own and Varanense required a nickname, for his name was mouth-full.

The sounds of armor, leather, and other soft materials seemed to bounce off the cavern's wall. Oben decided that perhaps that was a valid reason for him never being in a party. If one was to ask, he'd respond with the less-than-impressive answer of "Too many bodies makes it hard for me to focus on my surroundings" or something like that. Before he knew it, he had stepped into another opening. The last one had held monsters that painted his nodachi red and green, this one had kobolds. He grabbed his neck, releasing a satisfying band of pops from his spine. Next he touched the handle of his nodachi beginning to draw it when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

He paused, listening to Kori's incantation while staring at her very enticing ears. Witnessing the counter-impact on Kori made it clear. He was not to get hurt, else she'd be receiving some form of his damage too. [color=0A638A][b][i]Most curious,[/i][/b][/color] he thought seriously, watching Kori as she charged forth. [color=0A638A][b][i]No wonder, Odin was so interested in them.[/i][/b][/color]  

Then, just as would be expected, Oben chuckled and followed suit. He sprinted towards Kori's distraction, stepped forward, and with a swift brandish, slashed the nearest kobold. Whether the mutt had gotten hit or not, Oben had leapt back, staying somewhat close to his party. [color=0A638A][b]"Look at you being a martyr,"[/b][/color] he told Kori with a smile. [color=0A638A][b]Typically, I'm the distraction. I can't let you take my role."[/b][/color]  [/indent]