<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div><br/>While he introduced himself he became aware that Shihoh was showing particular attention to him and what he said. He watched through the corner of his as she touched her hair. He wondered what she was contemplating as he stood there silently once he had finished his introduction. Then she spoke and addressed Jamil, who nodded at him, which he appreciated greatly. Weom listened to her until his attentions were brought abruptly to Storm as she, unsurprisingly, responded to Shihoh’s non drinking suggestion, to his horror.<br/><br/>As she first addressed Shihoh, then Jamil followed by Rhaella, he just stood there and closed his eyes trying to imagine what it would be like to have silence in the room if he were to ram a feted sock down Storm’s throat. Why did she always over react like this? As even he could see that Shihoh was only making a suggestion. He understood that this was Storm’s way but there had to be a better way to ask what people’s abilities were wasn’t there?<br/><br/>He did not hear her addressing Nurthan as by this time, all these attentions were trying to deal with the questions and ideas floating around his head. Such thoughts were starting to make his head hurt. One thing he did not like about Storm was that he always made him think to much. The side effect of this was a splitting headache, so he stopped thinking and opened his eyes. By this time, lucky for him and the rest of the room, Storm was now silent. For how long, however, he was not sure.<br/><br/>She was now sat down and of course drinking and Jamil was now talking. The Ranger must have been the one to bring Weom’s attentions back into the room. He respected him for what he had to say, firstly to Storm and then to the rest of the room. He had to agree with Jamil when he suggested that they skip the info gathering as he preferred integration of a more physical kind.<br/><br/>Before showing his agreement, he focused on the restaurant owner who had returned to their presence. Once she had finished speaking, he commented on her invitation. “I for one am indifferent whether I eat here or on the road, as I agree with Jamil’s suggestion that we skip the info gathering. I really don’t mind if I find that bat now or later, so I will leave that decision about whether we stay here or not to someone who can decide.” He paused for a moment and then spoke again with a smile. “Well how can I put it? Someone who can make a decision faster than I, which would not be hard.” He laughed at his little joke at his limited intellect as what he lacked in brains he more than made up for in brawn.<br/>