[center][h3][color=8493ca]Hector Wyland[/color][/h3][/center]
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Eon had no shortage of colorful individuals it seemed, even before this motley crew rolled in. As much as Hector could nitpick the appearances of those assembled, he also couldn't help but remember that he'd completely neglected getting a haircut for...what, three years now? Life on the road wasn't as cheap as one imagined, especially with Hector not having the gall to contact his father's estate for funds when he was bumming around the countryside slaying Malfested for revenge, and fulfilling final favors for the departed. Honestly, it may be better for his family if they just assumed he'd passed away with the rest of his flock. 

Assembled from two parts "walking crowd" and "flying crowd" was a dwarven gladiator, whose face he'd seen on a fair number of posters in other cities and towns, a Beluan lizardman who...Hector could swear was staring at his back, a young human man who had been engrossed in his reading before the staff arrived, a human woman who looked ready to tackle anything that came her way with gun and sword, an unassuming human man with a beast at his side, and a fair-looking noble woman- 

Hold on a moment. Hector wasn't quite sure on that last one, but more importantly his ears couldn't help but prick a bit as one of the members of the "flying crowd" expressing shock at the idea of someone with a Book of Lucens joining the tower. He didn't expect to be in the religious majority here...but was it really that unfathomable? Paying it little mind once he cast his eyes back to his reading, Hector would feel his guardian spirit start to stir from his slumber, the barrel of his gun soon releasing a serpent with scales of pure white that slithered out and down Hector's shoulder, coiling around his wrist to peek its head at his book. With its scales trailing off into non-existence at the end of its tail, the ghostly serpent would look to Hector before he would nod, starting to speak in a hushed tone to the snake. He seemed to be reading to it quietly while introductions were made, the book's words so common in Hector's mind now that he could recite them in small whispers while listening to the staff introduce themselves.

Hector didn't have much interest in personalized introductions. He was almost certain that at some point, he'd wind up moving on from the Tower once it became too stifling to work under them. But for now the services provided were a nice benefit for risking his skin on their watch. Hector's reading would be interrupted however as four magic circles opened up, his hand reflexively moving to his bayonet only to see that nobody else was on edge. Except for the gnome behind the artificer, strangely enough. The time for introductions now fell on the new applicants it seemed. 

The snake around his wrist wasn't particularly worried, slithering back up his arm to perch upon his shoulder with its body coiled in a neat spring. [color=8493ca][b]"Hector Wyland. And this is Herne. Best at fighting from a distance, and...well, nobody here seems the praying type, but I am an ordained priest of the Advent Church. Funerals, weddings, confessionals, etcetera,[/b][/color] Hector said, not seeming to put much weight behind his title. 
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[center][h3][color=f9ad81]Rem Indagrund[/color][/h3][/center]
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Upon being introduced to the varied group of magi candidates, a rather common gnomish racial microaggression would occur. Namely, getting called cute by a tallfolk woman after being introduced by Kiff. There were certainly worse things to be called, so she could let it slide. She did have a bit of a smug ego boost after Kiff clarified her age though, the various G-Smallers in assembly behind her giving Eve an irate look with all the huff and puff ankle-height golems could. "Gii!" one in particular said, probably some manner of insult in clayish.

Seeing as everyone in the tower had an introduction, Rem would give a small wave before saying: [color=f9ad81][b]"A pleasure to meet you all. Aside from my duties assisting Kiff, I handle some odd jobs around the tower with my golems. Please let me know if you need help with anything at all. Oh! And I'm especially keen on helping with anything to do with archaeology. Whether its ruins or translations, please let me assist you in any way me and my golems can."[/b][/color] As if on queue to introduce themselves, the hundred small golems that reached around a foot in height each would let out a rallying introduction, each giving out a cry of "Gii! Gii!" while waving enthusiastically, with only one abstaining as he kept close by Rem's side. Probably a leader of some sort amongst the other golems.

Stifling a chuckle at how funny they all sounded trying to mimic a formal introduction, Rem would pat the head of the golem that remained closest to her. Once the staff finished their introductions and Rem thought they were going to move inside to continue the tour for the new folks, a quartet of women arrived that put Rem on edge. For whatever reason, she just couldn't seem to keep her nerves under control...though she wasn't sure why. Sensing her discomfort, the assembled G-Smaller golems would huddle around her. Crouching down, she would try to reassure them that everything was fine, whispering something to them while wondering why her nerves had to act up now. Holding one of her G-Smallers just to hold something calming, Rem would try to keep her eyes on the ground rather than meet anyone's gaze for now. [color=f9ad81][i]"My head's starting to hurt again..."[/i][/color] she thought as she waited out her unease.