Tormir jumped a bit, his hand going to his axe when she bumped into him, but relaxed and gave a laugh. "Tis fine!" he said. "No harm done, though you did give me a bit of a fright, you did! I'm Tormir, son of Hort, and you are?"
"You sure think highly of yourself. I suppose you are attractive, but, no offense, I wouldn't call you 'hot'." Lucas said, looking at her. "Then again, no offense once more, I'm not really into Amazon's anyways."
"I have no probelms with it, would definitely brighten up the room." he said. He couldn't help but glance over at Zan. She was the only other Faunus in the group, and quite beautiful at that. Plus, she came from a secluded tribe, so there was no way of knowing he was once in the White Fang.
"Redecorating sounds good, but do we have anything to redecorate with?" Lucas asked. "And before we move things around, I think we should all give our names, where we're from, and something interesting about ourselves, so we can truly get to know eachother."
"That he did. And that I am. I am actually grandson to King Orik, 43rd king of the dwarves." he said. He then noticed they were being guided into the structure, and what appeared to be an entrance hall, though it was massive, to be able to fit the dragons.