<div class="floatright">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/eddb136977a21d52844f4038b1e43561/tumblr_oc0cg4owaw1thu75jo1_1280.png)</div><strong>Ogzi Thorne</strong><br/><br/>Ogzi had tried to comb his hair. Really he had! The coarse stuff had a will of its own though and by the time he reached the castle, it was back to its tousled, rather unkempt appearance. Which suited, really, given he was wearing a rather scrappy outfit of mail and furs. it was for show, of course, and the weight of it felt weird, but hey, dress to impress!<br/><br/>He was led to the dining hall by the wait staff, and it was kind of obvious that the poor guy had a little bumpkin in him from the gawking he did at the soaring architecture, the tapestries, and the delightful little edibles being passed on trays.<em>These</em>at least, he could enjoy.<br/><br/>Left to his own devices, he explored the dining hall for a bit, before heading towards the table others are gathering around. Hearing someone introduce themselves as healer, Ogzi turned with a smile.<strong>"H'Lo Miranda, I'm Og, ah... ah... uhm."</strong>His bright amber eyes grew wide, and a hot warmth spread under the freckled green of his cheeks as he drank her in. There was a moment of fumbling before he brought a hand to his own chest, making a little bow, making a concerted effort to draw his eyes up to her face.<strong>"I mean, Ogzi, yeah. I'm apparently something called a "meatshield," according to contract."</strong>He swallows, and found himself having to draw his eyes back up past her collarbones once again.<strong>"That, uh, are those clerical vestments? I should go to church more often..." </strong>