[color=2E8B57][b][u]Stanislaw/Amulak[/u][/b][/color]

Well. This was an interesting list of classes. Necromancer was really the one he was gunning for, just off aesthetic alone. Though they all seemed to have some odd requirements, especially for Low-Rank classes. Killing something without inflicting what the game considered to be heavy damage would be a challenge, assuming he didn't just ask around how to get it done. And being struck by lightning was just odd. Though it wasn't as bad as, say, Animist's or Shaman's requirements. Animist would probably be doable straight off the bat if he pumped some SP and HP to go with his MP, but he'd definitely need to look into this game's death penalty first. Shaman was just odd, and based off its stat spread, probably not intended for his build. 

As he was spoken to, Amulak chuckled at Calace's reaction before giving his response.

[color=2E8B57][b]"As much as I trust you to not fuck us in ass and run off with money, Ames, I am bit stir-crazy game. We just started this game, yes? I want to see sights for myself, probably same as Calace. Sorry if we slow you down."[/b][/color] A glance to the side revealed Lew had already ran off on his own, though. With a sigh, he shook his head, starting to make the effort of dragging his body along to follow Ames and Calace. 

[color=2E8B57][b]"Monster girl coomer has already fucked off on his own, I see. We can probably whisper him or some shit to meet up later."[/b][/color]