<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 didn't bother denying it. What was the use, after all, when already the masked stranger knew so much about his past? Gabriel crudely estimated that for every fact he unveiled, there were a dozen more that he kept to himself, and it did little to build a foundation of trust between them. It was a dependency that would become painfully one-sided, and no matter how Tannik twisted his words, this would not be a partnership of  even a semblance of equality. Regardless, Gabriel's mind was slowly gravitating towards the inevitable outcome, whether he liked it or not. He wanted, no,<em>needed</em>, answers, even if it did little to change the present.<br/><br/>"Clayton Wiess," he repeated, tasting the name as it rolled off his tongue. It didn't spark any feelings of familiarity, although perhaps it would become useful should Gabriel wish to follow the path of vengeance once more. It did more to him than he would have liked to learn that some of the men responsible would still be walking the earth even now. Hands that once had tainted the lives of his fellow villagers were still capable of equally foul deeds. Gabriel hummed, without realizing; a sound of deeprooted resentment. He set his gaze upon Tannik again; would he be lying? It seemed unlikely, although Gabriel wasn't foolish enough to simply accept his words for truth.<br/><br/>"So I'll have to earn any more answers," he begrudgingly accepted, and a heavy sigh caused his torso to abandon its tense posture somewhat. He drummed his strong fingers against the surface, wishing he had another drink. "Like a dog begging for treats. If I still had any pride left, I --"  He paused, shook his head. Dark strands of shoulderlength, raven hair moved in tandem with the wary acceptance of his fate. "But I have none," he concluded.<br/><br/>"Very well, stranger," he addressed Azzir Tannik, his voice gaining momentum once more. Gabriel hunched forward again, his feet shifting to a wider stance, his shoulders widening as he set his elbows further apart on the table. "I'll do whatever job it is you want me to do, and ultimately, I'll have my answer. Although my patience is far from infinite. There is one answer I do need to know, as I have no intention of venturing into this a complete blind man."  His eyes, to this, narrowed slightly. "Who are you, Azzir Tannik?"