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[sub][color=ff0000]HP 2160/2160[/color] [color=00ff00]SP 2370/2370[/color] [color=0000ff]MP 3060/3060[/color][/sub][/center][hr]
To be honest, the Mora-Sho was one of Leif's least favorite factions. They were the underdogs of the war, weak and crippled with low expectations of winning. Their lore was also edgy as fuck, seeing as they were corpsefuckers and all that. Probably smell, too, not that Leif had any right to complain about it since he smelled like wet dog most of the time. As far as Leif was concerned, he was more interested joining one of the more popular factions, one where he would get recognition from all. Still, seeing that the small majority of the group leaned towards working for the Mora-Sho, Leif decided to hop on the bandwagon at least for now. A few of his friends were excited about the faction, and it wasn't his place to tell them their choice was wrong or anything.

Leif was a bit worried about if his Shaman powers would diminish if he joined the Mora-Sho given the implications of his class clashing with that of the faction. Don't druids hate necromancers, anyway? Leif wasn't too worried about it, however, seeing as it'd be more of a reason to reset from here. If he knew he didn't have to be a shaman from the start, he would've taken that option long ago. Could've taken some sick-ass Wuxia shit or something, maybe go into full magic seeing as there was only a whopping [i]one[/i] mage in the party. It'd mean starting from the beginning again, but it wasn't like grinding was too much of a slog for Leif. At this point of his schooling, he's starting to realize trying to maintain a good GPA was mostly a waste of time anyway. Having more time for his hobbies wouldn't necessarily hurt.

Once they made it to the camp, Leif cringed a little at the skeletons dancing, and even more at the tryhard sign. Faction was really starting to give him some sweaty vibes, especially with a squeaker at the front desk. That aside, the clan's aesthetic wasn't actually all that bad in all honesty. Still wasn't a clan Leif felt like swearing himself off to yet, but it wasn't too unbearable.

"[color=f7941d]Hell yeah we are! Fucking shit up is our specialty.[/color]" Leif said as he looked up to the kid, with a cocky grin, before crossing his arms and getting straight to the point. "[color=f7941d]We're looking for work as mercs for now. We aren't looking to tie ourselves down just yet. I'm not a fan of commitment, if you know what I mean.[/color]" Leif giggled, knowing with confidence that the kid does [i]not[/i] know what he means. "[color=f7941d]But nah, we're just here since the other clans are full of weak-as-shit noobs. Don't want them dragging us down or anything. They probably play with automatic combat on, those fucking casuals...[/color]"