<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/>Gabriel didn't think about his next actions; not a moment after the words had left Tannik's lips his strong hand shot out and reached for the enigmatic stranger's collar. The beads still clutched in his fist ground audibly together on the verge of becoming crushed. His lost aasimar shine flared up as he stared at the violet hue of Tannik's eyes. "Am I held hostage to the promise of knowledge you already possess?!" he growled, his voice subdued but filled with barely repressed rage. "A man who withholds truth that could lift the endless burden weighing down my shoulders is no leader I wish to follow."<br/><br/>In the silence that followed, even Gabriel wasn't sure whether he would follow up on his barely veiled threat, and tension rose to a new high. But as seconds passed, the angered words were left without a follow-up, and ultimately Gabriel appeared to deflate somewhat, slowly sinking back into his seat. His hand slowly retreated, abandoning the cloth it had grasped, and he cast a solemn look at the necklace instead. Several of the beads had been broken, a harsh reminder of how his nature had a tendency to ruin the things that surrounded him.<br/><br/>"Alas, it seems I have little choice," he grudgingly accepted. Abandoning the piece of jewelry for fear of causing it further damage, Gabriel wiped the shards of stone on his trousers before addressing Tannik once more. "I don't hold much value to your promise. What you say is not merely improbable, it's beyond impossible. But I will humor you, for now."  He set his jaw, crossing his well-toned arms. "So what sort of work is it you'd have me do?"