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

O'Ner didn't appropriate the stunt Azriel was pulling, He felt like giving her a good slap across the head but he did not want to instigate a fight and ruin the "fun" his comrades were having. He had considered changing his form to interact more personally with these woman, However he felt strange being flirtatious with other women when he was once married to a loving and loyal wife. O'Ner thought about Xenelith's plan and how he was planning to capture the rebel leader, "A interesting idea, i am thinking of the many possibilities of your plan" O'Ner was tapping his long boney finger against the armchair he was sitting in. He was starting to get annoyed with everyone pestering him to loosen up and transform into a demi-human, If him shape shifting into another person and relaxing would get his comrades off of his back then so be it.

Moving a woman that was cuddling up beside him so he could stand up and walk away, Heading towards the washroom making sure to throw out a drunk male that was urinating on the floor. A few moments later a tall middle aged man came out of the bathroom, Wearing clothing that is similar to a farmer. The middle age man had short shaggy light blonde hair with small peppers of grey hair. Bright blues eyes was looking back and forth to the patrons, Something noticeable of his facial features was his square jaw, heighten cheekbones, and strangely seemed to be quite handsome. This was all an approximation of what he looked like when he was alive. Walking back to his spot sitting beside the raven haired woman from before, Taking a few deep breaths the demi-human O'Ner then pour himself a glass of wine. 

Looking over at Xenelith after he had took a sip of his wine, Leaning over to whisper something to him. "He is uncontrollable we will need someway to put a leash on him" He stood back up straight taking another sip of his wine. Using his free arm  to bring the woman close towards his body. He missed the feeling of warm skin pressed up against his body, Letting the woman's chest pressed up against his chest. Taking another sip of his wine while saying nothing to the woman.