[center][b]Irnflow[/b][/center]

He stared at the group, infighting already and he sighed deeply. "I am a blacksmith." he said looking at him, "Cugra... or Irnflow..." 

But he just sat there looking at the contract, not really understanding what most of it meant, but he could decipher portions that had more descriptive words in it, or just arbitrary spell words, he understood scroll and don't touch. But he just looked at it, and he wrote an X on the bottom as he just did like what the spellsword did and shoved it in his pouch, but he did it naturally trying to slid it into the pages of the book his father had given him.

"So we have... a spellsword, a blacksmith... a tricking magician... whatever he is with the tail, and a woman." he said as he looked around the table, then to the girl who was leaving the room, and he stared at the other three, "It is best to sleep and not bicker... I am going to retreat to bed." he said standing once more and purchasing a spot in the common sleep room. Leaning against the wall as he looked down at the others in the room, and he pulled his stuff together in his arms so most of it couldn't be stolen without him waking up, or someone knowing what they were doing.