<div class="floatright">(http://perampaion.webs.com/laomythweavers.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lao Dar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lao pays no heed to the crowd behind him, waiting until the priestess is done with the mage and sends him away. He steps up and pretends not to notice the usual reaction to his appearance, though she does a fair job of keeping her face composed.<br/><br/>"<em>You wish to join the ranks of the Trident's chosen guard?</em>" she queries him, her eyes boring into his; a hard one, this cleric, Lao ponders before she adds: "<em>You have a name, then, and some martial prowess, I presume?</em>"<br/><br/>"<em>My name is Lao; Lao Dar if you need a surname,</em>" is his reply as he sets down his greatbow and rests one hand on his hip. "<em>This bow is my calling and can handle it fairly.</em>"<br/><br/>His gaze wanders up to the deck and the cloaked figure looking back at him. The mage nods at him, once, before descending into the ship proper.<em>What is that supposed to mean?</em>he wonders with a look of slight annoyance.<br/><br/>He remembers himself and looks down again at the female cleric.