<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div><br/>Once he had finished speaking, the lady spoke again in a way that he perceived she was trying to suggest he was a little too confident regarding his remarks. He did not think so however, as he had bested more fearsome opponents in the pit than this individual sounded. So he just listened to the possible location of the bat, called Luficent, and nodded as her warning.<br/><br/>His concerns were further reduced when one of his would be companions, one he would later know as Nurthan, spoke. He liked his confidence but as for the bat returning the item peacefully he had to disagree. For now he would remain silent on that topic and perhaps he would raise it when they finally set out.<br/><br/>Then she spoke again, not the Masked lady but Storm. Yes he had resided to the fact that she liked to be called that now, so he thought he had better get used to it. Such a shy creature when they first met those many years ago, but then, like now, when she got a drink inside her, you just could not shut her up. So just in case she had a pearl to share with the group he listened. The pearls did not come, instead another burp did followed by an insult, surprising, directed at him. Well not surprising really as that game of insults had been going on for years. He sighed at her remark about him being shit. Shit he was not as he had proved many times. However, he liked the idea of the others believing him to be so. He could always surprise them later. After all from the bottom, the only way is up. He refused the offering of a drink and smiled as she continued to try and formulate sentences as if the others were even listening. He hoped they would learn, quickly, how to filter her out when she was drunk. He had once been able to do so but he was out of practice. After she had introduced herself to the group and for him filled in a few gaps, he turned his head to her and smiled.<br/><br/>He liked the idea of getting the introductions out of the way now and it seemed that the others did too as within moments another that he would learn later was called Shiloh, spoke. When she addressed Storm he liked her bravery and hoped that there would be few to no repercussions.<br/><br/>When the next companion spoke and introduced himself as a ranger, Weom was sure that the ranger would speak his name when the time was right. But for now it was not important as if it was he would have shared it. As he listened he found his comment about ‘having knowledge past almost any elf with a bow’ quite amusing. Why did this race always feel the need to boast so much? Did they lack so much in other areas that they felt the need to over compensate in others. He soon dismissed his mental enquiry as perhaps he had finally found one that was as good as he claimed. However, so many before him had failed to back up their words with actions, but he would give him the chance to prove his strengths on the battlefield. His knowledge of the bat intrigued him a little. He was already showing signs of being quite knowledgeable so perhaps the remark of him being good in other areas was no boast.<br/><br/>Unlike the one before her, Rhaella did indeed introduce herself by her name before telling the group that she was a mage. What kind of mage he would have to ask when they had time to speak alone. After nodding it gratitude at the Ranger he would give the same gesture to Rhaella, but this time with a little smile.<br/><br/>Even though Weom was a mighty barbarian indeed, he was not one for amping up his talents. In fact he found that he tended to do the opposite. A sort of poker face if you will. He could not hide his size of course, but he would not go around ideally throwing his weight around or impressing on others how wonderful he was. There was a time and a place for that sort of thing and it was not in a bar. He was sure that the lady had chosen all in the room for their amazing abilities so for him and all present to have to hear it from the mouths of his would be companions was starting to hurt his ears. Luckily it had to stop soon as there were not many left to do so. So he sucked it up and listened to the next in line who felt it necessary to suggest they had skills. Nurthan the Penitent, was his name, well that is what the pendent called him, and if he was as good as he claimed he would try and befriend him as Weom’s life would some day depend on him healing him, he was sure of that. He raised an eyebrow at the pendent, not being a fan of magic, and smiled at Nurthan.<br/><br/>As he thought, the ranger did indeed remedy his error and introduced himself as Jamil Eskross. So that little chat about etiquette would not need to be discuss to his delight. As Weom was not exactly the one you go to when asking about such things. Then it was his turn to introduce himself. He did not like doing so as he was used to being introduce to the crowd by the announcer at the pit. So he took a deep breath and opened his mouth.<br/><br/>“The names Weom Whiteclaw” he barked. It was not intentional to sound so rough and deep as this was his natural speech pattern. He was a big fellow and with that came certain features; one of wish was a deep and rough voice. Before continuing he tied to clear his throat in an attempt to lower his voice. “I am from Albadia. However I have lived here for more years than I care to remember. A Barbarian is what I am, but you would probably guess I was not a mage.” He chuckled to himself at his little joke before turning to Rhaella and smiling. “All I will say about my abilities is that whoever leads this band of brothers into battle all they need to do is point me in the direction of the one who they wish to be illuminate and I will do my best to not let them down.” To suggest that he was more than capable of such a task he took his Maul of Titans from his back and gripped it firmly between his hands for a moment before returning it. When he flexed his muscles the man grow to almost twice his size before relaxing once again.<br/><br/>After he spoke he observed the lady and small reptilian creature leaving and noticed that one remained. So this one would be coming with us, he thought. As he contemplated why the lady thought it necessary for such a person to accompany them they spoke and seemed to answer all of his mental enquiries.<br/>