Brant was at his 6th glass of mead now when the Lore Master anounced the meeting was about to start yet still didn't feel the effects of the strong honey mead. He quickly put back on his gloves and helmet and followed the rest of the group upstairs. Seeing that the chairs wouldn't be strong enough to support the weight of his armor he rather decided to go stand against the wall. He listened to the storys of the other members but made no notion to tell his own. In all honesty Brant didn't want to share his tale with men and women he did not know, he decided that he would only tell his story if he was called out for it but only because he didn't want to upset the mood.