Feeling a bit lost at the interplay, but proud and happy that Coppermane seemed to have developed such a passion to defend him, Wayland stepped around beside her and slipped his off hand around her waist.<br/><br/>Glancing around, he tried to put a name with every face, but couldn't work them all out.  Kir was the Paladin, and her retainer?  (Clearly from a land that honored their slaves...)<br/><br/>But the others?  He sorted through his memory, but still drew blanks.  "Frogive me, but I don't seem to have the rest of your names yet, and know little of your abilities.  I am, myself, both warrior and mage, specializing in the maul, in evocations, and in meta-combat magic."