<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/>This spelled trouble, and a lot of it. Even without the mere mention of Mount Kindaraan the grandness of Azzir Tannik's ambitions were shining through with increasing clarity. It would cause any sensible man to stand from their seat and bid the man farewell. A good man would perhaps even have alerted the authorities, futile as it would be. But Gabriel did neither. After all, looking for trouble was exactly what he'd been doing for half of his life, and Kindaraan was the one place even he and his brethren had not thought - dared - to venture. Perhaps they should have.<br/><br/>"I do not trust you," he confessed, though redundantly so. "I doubt that I should." A contemplative gaze wandered down, and he puffed up his cheeks slightly before allowing the air to abandon his lungs in an audible sigh. "But you're right in one thing."<br/><br/>It was probably the closest thing that Gabriel had revealed to a smile in many moons, and it tugged only at a single corner of his mouth as he met the brightly coloured gaze of the secretive stranger. "I<em>do</em>like killing giants."<br/><br/>He waved at the waitress, who had been casting the occasional glance their way as she weaved between the tables, carrying trays of drink or empty mugs. He wasn't a complicated man, and simple ale served him fine, so with a single nod she acknowledged his silent offer and went on her way. Gabriel didn't bother asking Tannik; their conversation was reaching its conclusion, and, more than that, he didn't really care to.<br/><br/>"So what happens next?" he inquired instead.<br/>