A tallish, thinish redheaded stands toward the middle of the room, where he is in easy range of everyone else.  More correctly, everyone else is easily within his range, it is a habit he has developed during his brief career.  Having listened intently to the task given them, and the introductions so far, he wonders how well the group will get along.  Though there will probably be a pissing contest at some point to see who is in charge, he can only hope that it does not result in anyone needing his services.  After the oddly gray-skinned elf speaks, he clears his throat.  "I'm Ebirc, a healer and cleric of Jael.  I grew up nearby, so if anyone needs help finding the quartermaster, let me know. "<br/><br/>