<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gleywine Erewood Bentari</span><br/>The Hunter</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/3e7683c1-2307-42a9-804a-0604ef177005_zps4a599908.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gleywine put his hand on the arm of the Professor and squeezed it thankfully. The guy was strange but he was ok. He knew that his words were sincere and that he meant them. He would not forget about them. But now Gleywine was the one to ask questions.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Tell me more about your place. How you live, how your society is build, what you folks do for a living? Are there kings or queens? Are there dangers? I guess there are, otherwise you wouldn't need military? I am curious and I want to understand you better. It is not easy to know how people look at things, look differently at them, when you have no idea what they see when they look at it.”</span></div>