[center][h1][color=lightblue]Odran Stormweaver[/color][/h1][hr][/center]

[color=lightblue]"Oi, so much noise so early in tha mornin'."[/color] Odran grumbled to himself, as the rest of chosen began filtering into the glade. The conversing also began at this point- a few of them louder and more animated than others. [color=lightblue]"I must be getting old."[/color] Odran muttered to himself, almost surprised in himself that he was complaining about noise. Granted, it was still a few minutes before sunrise, so he could forgive himself for having a shorter temper today.

The group had finally all arrived, so Odran now had the chance to get a look at them all. There was of course the elf in the middle of the glade, a woman who introduced herself as Vivian. She looked young, but of course all elves at any age looked younger than any dwarf, so she could've been twice his age for all he knew. His eyes narrowed when she mentioned that she had flown here. It seemed there was more than met the eye with this one- though that could be said of anyone here.  There was a second elf with her horse- she appeared to be perhaps a ranger of sort, armed with a sword and bow and only lightly armored. Odran had noticed her scorched hands, but they were as of yet strangers, and it wouldn't do well for him to be so nosy so soon after meeting. There was a large man on a large horse- to compare Odran to the man would be almost comical. Normal humans were already head and shoulders taller than Odran, this man was head and shoulders taller than most humans. There was a plain looking woman with a staff. She seemed unassuming, which meant she was probably anything but. And of course, there was the ever energetic man bouncing in and out of the glade. He claimed to be a wolf shifter apparently, though with the way he bounced in and out of the glade and how quickly he spoke and changed topics, Odran wouldn't have been surprised if he was actually a bunny shifter- or perhaps a rooster. 

Perhaps it was the early morning and lack of sleep, but something about the arrogance brushed Odran's beard the wrong way. To exude confidence was one thing, but as of yet, the pup was unproven in Odran's eyes. As far as Odran was concerned, the pup was just cocky and arrogant. To be fair, the pup reminded Odran of new recruits in the Ironborn Free Company, but new recruits were for the most part hammered and forged into shape by their seniors- or they died quickly on the field. But a young dwarf this was pup not. Back with the Ironborn, Odran didn't have to put his life in the hands of cocky young dwarves. Unfortunately here, Odran might not have that luxury, and the thought of putting his life in the hands of some cocky welp who had just actively told them that he'd choose himself first if push came to shove put him on edge.

[color=lightblue]"Oi, yer a cocky one naren ye? Greatest warrior here eh?"[/color] Odran said with a mirthless chuckle, [color=lightblue]"Yew can go kill the dragon all by your lonesome canne? Well go on then, go and kill Vaeros and the rest of us will be waitin' for ye right here."[/color] Odran said sarcastically, holding up his drinking horn in a fake toast before taking another swig of his drink.

[color=lightblue]"Nae, I'll give ye some advice, yer greatship,"[/color] Odran continued, his tone getting slightly less sarcastic, and more serious, [color=lightblue]"If you're looking to inspire confidence in yeself, dinnae tell folk you're going ta let em die."[/color]

Turning the rest of the group, Odran stood up to his full height- that being at least a head shorter than everyone else in the glade, and introduced himself, nodding to each of them as he did. [color=lightblue]"Odran of clan Stormweaver, Captain of the Ironborn's Corps of Engineers, at yer service. If ye break somming, I'll fix it."[/color]

With that, he plopped back down on his seat by his mule, and emptied his drinking horn. Wiping his face with his sleeve, he began pulling armor plates out of his mule's pack and began fitting them onto himself. Now that everyone was here, it was only right that he started getting himself ready as well.