<div style="text-indent:1em;">Rashad looked about the trio of potentials, the smile on his face shining beneath his thick beard.  All they needed now was a debuff, but first things first.  To make sure these three actually joined.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Why yes I can Greg.  In fact I was working on something of sort but I needed a few more materials from dungeon near here."  Turning towards Drew, Rashad offered his hand again.  "And only positions filled currently are crafter, myself, and tank.  A title that belongs to my illustrious companion Chris."  Looking over the top of Adrian's head, he spotted the familiar face, plus one.  "Speaking of, here he is now.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Chris had lead Jordon back to the Masked Blacksmith shop.  "The big guy with the bigger beard is Rashad, my friend and crafter."  Chris said, pointing towards the big man in question.  "The other three I don't know, lets do intro's shall we?"  Chris and Jordon walked up to the group of four standing outside the shop.  Chris walked past them to stand next to Rashad, while Jordon stopped in the gap created by Chris' passing.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Hi, I'm Jordon, debuff expert.  Hope to get aquainted with y'all soon."  She said, crossing her arms across her stomach.  Rashad looked about the group, and once all introductions where made he clapped to get everyone's attention.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"All right, now that we've gotten you here, its time to audition.  We rather not just pick up any player on street, so if you have good reason I should bring you into guild no questions asked, please share.  Unique skills, epic gear, that kind of thing."  Chris tapped Rashad's shoulder and motioned to Jordon.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"She's got a unique skill, why I brought her over here."  Chris said, before grabbing his sword from the wall behind him.  The blade was over 7.5 ft tall, 1.5 ft wide.  The handle of the sword extended an additional foot from the end of the blade, and it didn't have a cross guard.  Two feet from the handle end of the blade a small hole was cut, with a handle going sideways across the gap.  One side of the hole had a slitted guard, the other was free to the air.  Picking the blade up from its mid-handle, Chris placed the weapon 'gently' in front of him, making a resounding crack as the brick beneath fractured.  "For those who don't have something special up their sleeves, we're gonna test ya."  He had noticed the staff that the little girl held, and of such turned towards the two men.  "So, either of you two got something shiny to show?  Or are we gonna have to duel."  A confident smile spread across his face as he eyed the two men.</div>