<hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damien Kast</span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/14/5d/79/145d790d9b83106b32ec222f8b64c8ee.jpg)</div><br/><strong>"Pleased to meet you Guild Master Lancaster." </strong><br/><br/>Just as he was about to tell him more about himself, he feels the big hand on his shoulder. A little shocked, he was about to introduce himself to the large man when the man seems to continue on and off towards the training hall.<strong>"I...yes..I mean...Oh well"</strong><br/><br/>Turning back to the Guild Master he smiles.<strong>"He is friendly and big. Well, I may not be as big as him, and I don't think I would be any good with a dagger or anything more complicated than a club. But I know the difference between an orc and an ogre and a slime or an ooze. I can craft simple remedies and simple alchemical items given time and space. I am sort of an apprentice to the village witch. Well, at least a student to the arcane. Nothing flash mind you, but enough to scare the odd goblin or three and the basics of spell protection. I'm the first to admit I do not have much experience but I am always ready to learn and get my hands dirty as they say."</strong><br/><br/>Brushing imaginary dirt off his tunic, he looks at the Guild Master expectantly, hoping he meet the requirements of joining, or at least a chance to prove himself.<br/><br/><br/><br/>