<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/barbarian_by_la__boheme-d6xc4fq22223333444_zpsrsqomeyv.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Gabriel Bersk  </em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>55/55</em><br/><hr/><br/>He definitely didn't appreciate being spoken to in such a patronizing manner, nor did Gabriel care much to be put on the spot like that. Not in the last place because he worried that, unlike Loap, he really<em>did</em>have the conversational capability of the 'I like fights...and swords[/i] level that she'd joked about so casually. He furrowed his brow and hunched forward a little in an utter failure of an attempt to make himself smaller. His eyes glanced to the servant, on who the eyes of Rushiya had lingered. Perhaps ignoring her presence had not been such a wise decision, in hindsight.<br/><br/>"I'm Gabriel," he began, a little clumsily. "I er, hail from the North." He really wasn't about to reveal anything specific about himself. Wringing his big hands, he was making a great effort of trying to burn a hole into the wall across from him. "And I guess I<em>hit things</em>. With swords, among other things."