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[color=c4df9b][h2][center]O'Ner Faister [/center][/h2][/color]

O'Ner wanted to kick Azriel in the butt for calling over the dancing woman was staring at, He looked else where as he felt he was being rude by staring at her the moment he had arrived in the brothel. He did not want to be here, But could not think of an excuse to leave that could cause him ridicule from his comrades. "If you need me i will be seated over there" He pointed to a empty booth across from where they were.

Walking over which looked like he was gliding towards the empty booth, Sitting down in the booth placing his hands on his lap and keeping to himself. He didn't care of the woman was going to approach him he was going to ignore her never the less. Because he was undead, He did not smoke or drink so he would not partake in his comrade's vices. Not like he cared of course he had not interest in these kind of vices.

O'Ner kept staring at the wall across form him, He seemed to be ignoring the woman he was previously staring at and his comrades.