While the dogpile (which turned out wasn’t a symbol of affection for Athena after all) disentangled and dispersed itself, Triss remained off to the side, watching the whole process with unveiled amusement. His parents would certainly love to hear about this, that was for sure! Of course, the choice words that passed between them all after everyone was up on their own feet again was a mite more questionable, some truly foul accusations levied against the fair Renard, but Athena was quick to act there as well; even though her own Familia were diminished, none of the ruffians looked to desire starting a war over the words of a Level 0 adventurer-wannabe.

Good. It’d be disappointing if she were a pushover or anything like that.

Standing beside the other new prospects in order from shortest to tallest, Triss sorta just…filtered out all the other words that came out of Ayame’s mouth as she went on about her ‘soupearity’ and whatnot. It was too long, didn’t listen, really. She sure did have a nice sounding voice though. Nice, strong and commanding, like someone who truly knew what they were doing. The Pallum considered this all, then decided that he may as well go and imitate her tone as well. No one negotiated with weaklings, after all (unless it was a charity, which Athena probably wasn’t running), and confidence was like, half the battle.

[b]“I’m Triss Honeyforge.”[/b] He stood up straight and stared Athena right in the eyes, consequently bending his neck back a bit cause wew, 5'6 was still damn tall. [b]“I punch things in the Far East. Now I'm here.”[/b]