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[Center][Color=peru]AONÉ INALOR[/color][/center]
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[Color=peru]"Wow, we certainly have a [i]vulgar[/i] group,"[/color] the elf said, a light smirk on her lips as she curiously listened to the banter that played out among her new comrades. She was tempted to speak up, but she couldn't find a good reason to as of yet, so instead she held her tongue and stood near the edge of the near-empty room, watching the argument play out. She silently applauded Gentle and Stur for stepping in, but you wouldn't find her doing the same. Not wanting to go toe-to-toe with the fighter (had an argument started, she knew she wouldn't have been able to stop), and ending up dead.

 Her eyes traveling from the confident half-elf to Nathaniel, Aoné couldn't say she exactly trusted him, especially in being their guide, but he seemed to know a lot more about this fog than anyone else. She admired Brynan's antics, but in terms of logic, it was obvious Nathaniel was the best pick for leadership right now, though she fought an urge to declare herself leader instead. And even though she didn't trust him right away, then again, this was Koprust after all. It's not like she could trust anyone. She'd have to keep her distance.

After listening to the wizard's smooth recovery one might agree, Aoné moved forward to answer. [Color=peru]"Oh, it isn't obvious? I'm a barbarian. [i]Clearly[/i]."[/color] She stated with sarcasm, placing a hand under her chin. [Color=peru]"I have the strength of the gods and could defeat death itself in a fist fight,"[/color] a slight smile danced across her lips, pausing for dramatic effect. [Color=peru]"Ah! It seems I've forgotten to introduce myself- Aoné Inalor; sorceress. I deal with arcane magic, mostly medical care and whatnot, though I do know some offensive and defensive spells."[/color]