<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/CpZ09Ch.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">The glowing orbs of violet remained eerily still beneath the mask shrouded by the hood of the cloak that he wore; they were focused intently on Gabriel, and not his actions. If one was to stare a beast down, one should be certain to not show any signs of a willingness to back down. "Now now," He replied, shaking his head ever so slightly, "What would await you back in the north? A fate like your fallen comrades?" He inquired. "Eodin has plenty of challenges if you know where to look." The visage of Tannik sat back in his chair, collapsing his hands on his chest. "I am putting together a little... Team, you could call it. A group who can handle certain tasks for me. Tasks that will take them into places Kiur has all but forgotten and put them against the ferocity of the world." He explained.<br/><br/>"This group could use a man of your talent," He continued, "I could help you find whatever you're seeking to test yourself against, and you could become just the sort of weapon that I need to make sure that my plans produce fruit."<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>