<div class="floatright">(http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z413/Countdown0/MonkDampD_zpsab5fc6c5.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Irader<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In Line to Board the Ship<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>Irader was next up in line to speak to the Priestess of Umberlee, stepping forward silently, his face abscent of any real expression. He wasn't amused, excited, nervous. There was just a serene calmness about him. "Greetings," the monk said. He bowed slightly, but kept his eyes on the young woman in front of him, having been trained to always keep eye contact. "A visitor from a temple of Umberlee came to the monastery that I call home. My understanding was that you are seeking capable individuals to join your crew. I was chosen by my order to come here and join you," Irader said. He stood still and waited for the woman to answer him. Whether she accepted his help or not remained to be seen, though Irader didn't truely care either way. He had come because it may earn wealth, and therefore power, for the monastery. But if she sent him away, there would be plenty to do in the city that would get him a prize of sorts to bring back to his peers.