The sound of Ainaz and Drae'san broke him from his reverie. He snapped at nobody in particular.

"Enough of this pointless bickering. Some of us are trying to appreciate the art here, you know."

He noted a dark figure on the glass roof of the museum and asked Drae'san, 'Is that one of the exhibits? It seems to be titled 'Idiot Thief Trying To Hide."

Ainaz snickered, and waved at the individual on the roof.

She replied to the man, "We're not bickering. That would require him to participate in it." She grinned.

Zato sighed again. City folk. He would never understand them.

"By the way, I didn't get your names. Mine is Zato Roronoa Isperi. And you are...?"

"I'm Ainaz D'Rell of the Shandim Talan. Nice to meet you." She grinned and stuck out her hand.

He took her hand and gripped it firmly.

"A pleasure meeting you as well. Hmm... you're not exactly the damsel-in-distress type, are you?"

He flipped her palm over one-handed and touched it with his thumb.

"These calluses... I'd say you know how to handle yourself in a fight. Remind me never to get on your bad side." He smiled back at her.

(OOC: I had to go to a concert all yesterday, is it too late to be story-injected?)

"Drae'san Al'Corozon of the Ali Tribe." Drae'san cupped his hands together and bowed his head. He looked further down the "A Argerai circle?" he smiled. He walked into the stone platform with a circle of sand in the middle. "any body want to spar?"

ooc: nope just comment on being quiet at the meeting.

(OOC: Ok...)

*The outside world is truly a strange place* Jude thought to himself. He had been sitting here for who knows how long, and had almost no clue as to what these others were talking about, partly due to the fact that he hadn't been listening that intently.

He vaguely thought about taking the man up on his challenge, but decided to hold off for now...no need to 'showboat' as his father had said.

(OOC: I'd fight, but school, and exams...)

"Drae'san Al'Corozon... Hmm... You offer is interesting, but I must insist on using my short sword. If ever Longicolnis is drawn, it must shed blood before it can be returned, and I have no desire to injure a possible comrade."

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OOC: didn't realize the roof was glass until now...had to skim those 9 pages late last night, musta missed that detail...

IC: "@#$%^" a glass roof, keep this up and you'll get yourself killed. well, no matter, i've already been seen...$&%@#...may as well go down and introduce myself...I must never let this sort of thing happen again...

Uoyot leaps down quickly from the roof, to a tree, to the ground.

"My apologies for not coming down eariler, let me introduce myself. My name is Uoyot H'tead. I'm hoping that I may...assit your group on your quest." he said with a small bow. "May I ask, who is in charge of this establishment and where I may find him?"