<strong>Solo Braning<br/>Time;  Day 1, morning<br/>Location; Merc, Fields of Faraway<br/>Tagged; Neria</strong><br/><br/>Solo couldn't believe it. He had heard of the rumours of different dimensions, but this was taking the crackers! A light elf cleric does not fall from the sky out of an electrical dimensional rift everyday now do they? Solo's grandpa Dante may have fought odd monsters, but he had never told him about other worldly beauties. Solo didn't know what to do, but for starters..."No, silly, Merc is the country. The 'world' as you call it is Fantasia. And its Fareway, not Faraway, but I don#t blame you for misunderstanding." Solo said with a light hearted smile.<br/><br/>"Neria Zathrieal? Hmm, sounds like a foreign name alright. Maybe from a land off Merc's shores, but certainly other worldly. Its a nice name though!" Solo cheerfully complimented the cleric as he decided to return the favour of introducing himself. "Well, I'm Solo Branning, and even though it isn't a profession, I'm a wayfarer...and before you ask I'm not a gypsy, there is a difference." he stated with a chuckle. "Anyways, may I as why you've come to our world of Fantasia? Surely there must be a reason, or mere chance?"