<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Harold Dean<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tonberry Tavern<br/><strong>With:</strong>The Party, Cid, NPCs<br/><strong>Mentioned: </strong><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>ANGRISH GRAHWYAD!<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats:</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 30/30<br/>MP: 8/9<br/>Arm/M.Arm: 6/6</div></div><br/>"Right, I'm losing the plot already." Dean said as he put his staff away, the battle ended. He was shushed by Cid-and oh boy did he have a lot of anger towards the man-but he recognized that look. Instantly, Dean pulled his sword-the place was still dangerous. And then the soldiers stood up to fight again. Cid wasn't done, and the rune that seemed to be causing this was destroyed.<br/><br/>Malik...he recognized that name. Wasn't that the Queen's advisor? And his appearance had started this rampaging chocobo of a situation. But his thoughts were cut short by the entering Hawks. A moogle seemed to mirror Dean's own concerns. "That's what I tried to tell him..." He said. He shook his head. "Came through alright, far as I know, and that's what matters." He smirked at the mention of being called a Hawk. "No, worse. I'm a Tear." He wasn't about to pull his cloak off in the middle of the rain, but natives of the town would know what he meant.<br/><br/>"Today's not the day for celebrities." He said to the twins as they addressed him. "You may have a far darker opinion of me when this is all over." He worried that what came next would force him to do things he normally wouldn't-certainly not atrocities, but certainly crimes. Upon observing their clothing, his opinion of Cid was changing. At first, he cursed the man for putting himself in a situation where an amateurishly placed knife could have ended this whole situation. But he seemed to have taken precautions against this. His situation was a result of bad luck.<br/><br/>"I'm coming..." He said. "And I'm still losin' the damn plot. We have a mysterious adviser who, immediately after showing up, makes the Queen act strangely, a disappeared, now revealed to be murdered Princess, guards mind-slaved into firing on civilians, and probably half a dozen things I'm forgetting. And not even an hour's passed since I went AWOL from the Order. This hasn't been a good night. To say it lightly." He was snarking, sure, but he meant well-it was his brand of humor. A joke from the gallows meant to soften hearts. "Let's get somewhere safe. Then we can talk."