Character: Bromann Dudemiester 
Status Being a Bro man…

As the entourage made their way towards the warmth bromann chuckled aloud at Andrea’s comment. “[color=007236]Dont worry lady Andrea, im not a man known for his ideas.[/color]” He would quip then fall in line behind the captain as they were led to the barracks. Immediately the warmth of an enclosed space with smoldering coals in a few braziers washed over him like a wave. “[color=007236]Mmmmm now this…this is lovely[/color].” He would mutter taking long strides to the bed in the far corner of the communal room, away from the door and near one of the braziers. He would shed his cloak and boots quickly enough that one could miss it if they looked away for even a moment. Shedding the bow and quiver a bit more carefully, leaning them in the corner of the room  ear his cots head. Afterwards he would plop into his cot like a sack of potatoes letting out an exaggerated sigh of contention. 

He sat watching the new cohorts as they dispersed to their respective places. The ladies gathering near the fire. Andrea seemed intent on pulling the other girl out of her shell which earned a slight nod of approval from bromann though neither would see it from his position behind them. His attention snapped to his left where Axol had shed his sword with a thunk that sounded more like a dresser falling causing Bromann to arch an eyebrow. Then the guy spoke and a mischievous smile began to spread across Bromann’s face. “[color=007236]No not yet, i think they plan on bringing us something in a bit.[/color]” He would say sitting up in his cot to look the man in his eyes. “[color=007236]So, who are ya? What brings you here?[/color]“

He would rest his forearms on his knees and lean in as a sign of obvious interest. “[color=007236]Personally im lookin for some gold, and to add to my name,you strike me as someone more interested in the former than the latter.[/color]” He would say. Part of him was concerned that he might anger the man, but another part of him, as foolish  as he was curious definitely won out, he liked to think it was fearlessness or at least bravery. Yet he knew deep down it wasnt something he could attribute to himself alone, his mother was the same way, and despite her fate, he had no intentions of ever changing that aspect of himself.Hearing Andrea mention keeping his lips closed he would grin but make no comment.