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[center][h3]Micheal Crane of the Fancy Clothing, and his Performing Dieties[/h3][/center]

Looking down at the beef-ish dish before him had Micheal smiling and nodding. He kept track of the conversation as the other spoke and ate and drank. He'd been hoping for something beefy, as he so rarely gets beef dishes out where his personal lodge is. It's usually moose, elk or deer. With a grunt he looks up from his meal, "Oh..." He swallows quickly and has to wash it down with near half his glass of something purple. Grape juice maybe. Possibly Welcher's Grape juice. Hey for a First Nations fella it's rather classy. He dabs at his mouth with a napkin, "Sorry. Just been abit, some fine dining here." He chuckles, "Okay yes. Avi, brother. Yes, so very Canadian. Interesting you said you're from Vancouver? Well I'm from just next door. Alberta. About two and a half hours north east of Edmonton actually. Little Reserve called Saddle Lake." He grins, "That's great. We can talk Lethbridge whiskey, maple syrup and hockey. He stops and looks critically, "You aren't a Calgary Flames fan are you?" Honestly the tone of his voices says this very well could devolve into a fight depending on the answer.

But soon he's straightening up and smiling at Amanda, "That Hamburg steak dish some were talking about. Ended up indulging in my need for protein." He chuckles softly. He leans over a little and grins at Faye, gesturing to his three godly tagalongs, "The three over there have been following me around since just after the Abomination was stopped. If you want to get some attention, just go and talk to them at some point." He nods and returns to his meal for abit.

Listening as he eats to the conversation and the revelation about the Agent Potential Calculator. He hums chewing thoughtfully, "So you're saying, it took into account the actions and thoughts of one of the more untrusting factions of the world and somehow choose me of all people to come and help out here? That's...well hard to believe. But then here we are." He nods. tapping his chin with the handle of his knife. As if saying that the Confederacy of Shamans is untrusting is common knowledge. Though it might be news to some, anyone knowing the history of degradation, lies, cheating and misuse of power against the First Nations peoples of North America and the world, would understand why the Confederacy is untrusting of others. Centuries of getting the short end of the stick and all.

He shrugs, "Well we're here now." He spears one of the sauteed asparagus that came with his meal, "I swear this stuff is godly."