[center][h3]Micheal Crane, Kinda Smooth Criminal[/h3][/center]
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Micheal looked the menu over, turning it left, right, upside down and then backwards even, trying to get any idea of what he's looking at. And finally holding his hand sup over his head, "I admit it, I can't read German. Who can? Can someone point out any kind of decent beef or steak dish? I don't got the first clue what I'm looking at." He chuckles and lays his menu down on the table, looking around and pleading with his eyes hoping for help. He shrugs while also keeping an eye on his tag-alongs, the Gods, though they seem to be behaving themselves...while making a pyramid out of cutlery they somehow procured. Just as long as they don't make a mess.

He smiles and looks about taking in the team, nodding his head, "I'll be honest, I had my doubts when I got here. Looked at the team we had, didn't know what to think."

He takes a deep breath, "As to answer your question, I'm Micheal Crane, Member of the Shaman Confederancy of North America. Spanning all of Canada, The Northern Territories and the United States. And technically, because of...well mistrust and over a century of seeking independence for the First Nations and West Indian peoples, we are not actually members of the OMR." He let that settle for a moment. He waits then continues, "We act as a Reserve force for the OMR, and watch over the many Trickster gods of the North American Native communities. Try to keep them in check, and watch over our lands. In exchange, we choose to come and answer the call for help from the OMR." He grins a little, "So the Confederacy chose me come over here and help out." He grins, "You could have worse. My cousin Tyler, is a Shaman too, and he doesn't study or perform his duties at all really, could have had him instead." He grins, "I think I've done enough don't you?" He grins brightly and shrugs.

He groans then looks at his menu you, "So uh again...which is the best steak-like thing on this menu?"