<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/8b5a6740-17a0-4466-b9ff-72090d36659c_zpsbadf0357.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Bresnahan</span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188184.msg9096189#msg9096189)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Institute of War<br/><strong>Time</strong>: --<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bresnahan gives a chuckle at Zhara's response, arching an eyebrow up, "That's quite a bold, and curious claim." He sizes the woman up again, giving her a glance up and down, clicking his tongue. "Do you count yourself among the honest folk?" He had a lilt in his voice, that wry grin making the question straddle the lines between rhetorical, serious, and playful. He did nothing to keep the woman from walking away, giving a nod of his head as the minimal amount of a bow as possible as she passed by. He kept his stance off to the side for the moment, glancing over at the other pair that had entered in after. They all had strong reputations, and he found himself already trying to deduce whether this team was assembled out of complimentary skill sets, or if this was a desperate move to throw all their best assets at a problem.<br/><br/>When Sweetwater entered, he glanced at the food. He moved over at the offer, giving a smile and a nod before taking one of the pieces. Borpal's tongue snapping out made him flinch before he could pick up a piece, his expression quickly fading from concern to amusement at the action. The Grippli had Bresnhan's silent attention, the boy leaning down to look directly at Borpal's mouth; as if weighing the social faux pas in experimenting with another person's mouth. He eventually erred on the side of caution, deciding it wasn't worth risking ruffling feathers at this stage. He finally took his piece from the plate, giving it a sniff that was clearly to enjoy the experience, versus any concern of how fresh the fish might be. He raised it up as a mock toast to Sweetwater before popping the piece into his mouth. He perked up and nodded his head as he analyzed the strong flavors, taking a moment to talk, regardless of the fact that he was still chewing, to introduce himself, "I'm Bresnahan." He finished, swallowing the food before finishing, "Thank you, that was very good."<br/><br/>The order came, and Bresnahan moved into the room to obey it. His head moved about as he scanned the walls and ceiling, though it was always hard to pull his eyes away from the Summoner standing across from them. He took a seat as offered, leaning into the edge of the table with his arms on the top, as if somehow being closer would help him hear the details any faster. He nodded along with the explanation, his eyes narrowing in concentration as the mission itself was actually laid out. Once the floor was opened up, he finally seemed to relax enough to lean back, "Well I'd ask you about the man suffering Exterminus, but I suppose that defeats the purpose of the punishment... is there anything you can tell us about the Artifact? A shape? A name? Rumored powers? Anything to help us track it down and prepare for counting somebody who may have found it first."