<span style="color: green">"Outta my way! Patoui! A step close and you will jump out of where on one leg pally!"</span>Inside the massive brawl of drunktards Fillet felt like swept away in the sea by a storm. Violent currents of blows flying everywhere. Trying his best to climb out of the mess. Running up on a beaten orc's back he took a giant leap of faith towards the stairs to the second floor, at least as giant as a leap can get from an armored gnome. The hustle with the other patrons taking a torn of his time.<br/>Fillet was in slight horror when he realized the team, it was but a mere minute till the clock would hit eleven! Scurrying his way to the stairs, like a juggernaut he fling an opposing dwarf to the side, climbing up the stairs to the second floor. Brushing himself off dusty and stains once he got to the second floor. Unwittingly known to himself, a pink bra was handing from the tip of of his axeblade worn on his helmet, dangling and swaying in the air peacefully as he stomped his  way to room 42.<span style="color: green">"Crazy taverns and their crazed patrons. Why must it always end up in a public last man standing arena? Bah... At least I made it in time.</span><br/><br/>The clock was exactly one minute pass eleven. He looked into the dark room with the chandelier keeping it bright around the table area, with no windows the only light source outside of the candles on the chandelier was the hallway.<br/>Inside he found a most interesting scene. One of each race, no one was like the other. He even noted the human from earlier and apparently there's a dispute between the naga and the elf.<br/>Apparently, old grudges from the history between the races was taking a toll here.<br/>Holding on the edge of the door, Fillet hawked loud and clear. His voice was loud, clear and determined.<br/><span style="color: green">"Making friends already are we? That's great."</span>He slammed the door behind him and stepped worth. Climbing up on the chair sitting right in front of the table from the door.<br/><span style="color: green">"Might I remind you, dear kaldorei. That it was <i>your</i> kin that we have to thank for opening a portal to make the Burning Legion trespass into Azeroth, killing thousands of not millions of people around our world? Yes the revealing stories one finds when they plung into the depths of our world and the hidden stories they keep guarded. <br/>
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But enough of that. We are not here to discuss old folklore now are we? We are all gathered here because of a common interesting."</span><br/><br/>Fillet looked over everyone, looking into their eyes as a moment of silence was taking place.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">"Gold, lots and lots of gold. I do not care what you are gonna use it for nor will I ask. But rest assured that we will, indeed. Find ourself such incredible amount of riches you will never need to go hunt ever again in a lifetime!<br/>
But first things first, let's introduce us to each other."</span><br/><br/>Fillet clapped his own breastplate twice, making a small echoing sound from it to be heard in the small room.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">"I am Fillet, Kneecapper Extraordinare. Great adventurer of worlds and treasure hunter renown, during the following weeks, months maybe even years to come you will be under my command. I do not demand special skills or everyone becoming friends. Cooperation and not standing in the way are my only terms. Do as told, by me. And pull your own weight and we will be plundering treasures before you know it."</span><br/><br/>Fillet crossed his arms, standing as high and mighty as a gnome could on a chair. The green visor giving off a faint glow from his helmet as he looked up to the next one who would introduce themselves to the team. Still unaware of the bright pink bra piece dangling around on the tip of his helmet, above his own visual sight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>