>>6341631The second person is a slim celestian woman. Her wings are charcoal-colored, and much larger than Cacubo's, who is your only frame of reference so far. Then again, you know that no celestian can actually fly. She seems reserved, but also like she's well-accustomed to the chaos of Saturn Apartments. She's nursing a can of beer and holding a surprisingly large slab of meat with a fork in the other hand.
"This is Yorunde," Garrett interjects once again, "our mage and medic."
"How do you do?" She puts on a polite, friendly face, which appears to be an automatic response when greeting someone. Still, she seems more comfortable in her own skin than you are at this moment.
These two must be the other members of Garrett's presumably-tripartite Guild. Both have their assigned roles. What could Garrett's role be then? Is he like, the wild card?
Hassan has run off to get drinks, and the two exotic races are staring at you with varying levels of curiosity, perhaps trying to square the image of you with the stories they heard coming out of the Condemned Zone. You wonder if you were meant to come off as more heroic. Right now you're dressed like a moderately-fashionable university student, you think. Everyone else here gives off the vibe of after-office heavy drinkers.
Well, you have to say <span class="mu-i">something</span>. But who did you strike up a conversation with... ?
>The wyverian>The celestian 