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Antraro watched and listened as the tension in the room grew and fell, his posture growing slightly smaller and more meek as he saw tensions rise. As he saw the intensity of the conversation lower and the respective assailants retreat to their corners, he returned to his usual posture, standing straight with his chest slightly pushed out, not in a display of strength but in a simulacrum of how his father once stood. His eyes drifted to his party members as they listed their strengths and proficiencies and he took their strengths into account in comparison to his own.

The dwarven man would certainly be a Gods-sent gift for this group. Antraro would be sure to stick close to him, half for the reason that he could diffuse tension somewhat easily, while in comparison it was hard for Antraro to be [i]quite[/i] as compelling. The other reason being that the two of them shared similar skillsets and would be on the same relative position on the battlefield, albeit one with more fire and discipline than the other. 

Stur, the human, was an iceberg. Antraro, with the time that he had living in Koprust after that fateful night, had some insight as to when someone was holding some of their cards. Antraro had a feeling that those cards would come to light during this trip, but it is not for him to decide when it will happen.

Antraro empathized with Imalessa due to their shared relative youth. He felt a certain kinship with her, living as a hermit for most of his life with his father he knew what it was like to live isolated from most society and the dangers and boons that said isolation provided. He felt as though she would be a good friend in time.

It was safe to say that Gentle intimidated him, not for the power that he wielded behind his frame, nor the sheer size of the older minotaur, but for the visible restraint that he had shown. To Antraro, it takes more strength to have power and choose not to use it freely than to have reckless abandon with said strength. He respected him but knew to never cross him.

Antraro had seen Brynan a few times before on his sparse visits to the castle. He had come to the castle to accompany people who had requested his aid. Some simply wanted him there for the company that he provided and the image of a large lizard-man standing by them to bolster their confidence. Some visits were less than savory. Antraro remembered a time when a particularly prickly man who was a recent addition to the island had dragged him to the castle to demand that Antraro be confined in a cell for the safety of the city. Thankfully, the kind king had let him go free and apologized for the disturbance to him. Brynan had always been there, at the side of the royal family, poised for anything that may occur.  

Aone was a mystery to him, mostly. He gleaned that she was inquisitive, at least, due to her very observant behavior. She watched people and learned about them. Antraro only hoped that that curiosity that she had wouldn't lead to her knowing too much about him and the resulting fear that it may bring.

Antraro at this point had been the only one to not speak as the group was ushered into the meeting room. He was nervous but steeled himself. Clearing his throat, the thrum of it being accidentally louder than the voice that escaped, he spoke, [color=crimson]"As I said in the throne room, my name is Antraro. I am skilled in hand-to-hand combat and have stood toe to toe with armed opponents and bested them."[/color] Antraro fiddled with his clawed and scaled hands, [color=crimson]"I also have the ability to fight with my senses impaired and have the ability to exhale flame. I wish to warn you of this fact ahead of time to prevent any...accidents in the future. I do not plan on using my breath in the forest extensively due to the risk of collateral damage that may occur,"[/color] he adds, nodding respectfully in Imalessa's direction. [color=crimson]"I am happy to be working with several skilled men and women and I hope that I may cultivate a kinship with you all."[/color] He finishes his statement with an awkward glance about the room while still fiddling with his hands slightly as he awaited a response.
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