[Rhargn Etn]

'Curious little fellow', Rhargn thought to himself as his gloved dannie was avoided. 'Why on Telath would someone like this bleedin' weather'. It tore savagely at the flesh, it managed to squirm its way into clothes, it ripped at hair, and to make it all the more enjoyable, one couldn't even see two flaming foot infront of himself.

The comment made by this Vysstichi however, was one that brought a candlefire of warmth to Rhargn. "Haha, many forms indeed love." Now with all this dilly dallying and shilly shallying, a 'perfectly' good brightening could be wasted, and luckily the rhagrhnd apparently knew this as well. Hearing his rasp words struggle to ear, Rhargn forced a turn of the shoulders, his paws tugging down at his fur hat. "Aye mate, in weather like this, the company would be much appreciated. I'm Rhargn by the way." A hand was offered.

Hazel orbs once again slid back to the horizon, a potent glare occupying them. Initally a cream grey barricade held the way, now however, it seemed more like a constant scattering of azure. 'The storms getting worst.'

Once again a voice found its way to Rhargn, though this more sexual then the first, as this was simply from a female. "I don't know about sonny here, but I don't do saving damsels in distress. Don't get enough back from it." This serious tone immediately snapped into 'bar banter' as the sentence died off with Rhargn hefting a little wink at the other male of the group. The mountain man had the worst humor most thought. "But sure, I don't see why you can't join us. Just keep close, okay."

Time was ticking by and the ruffian was getting anxious, however the malestorm had returned to his head as character descriptions began to formulate in his mind.

The bloke of this duo seemed stern to say the least, from inital few words it seemed he was not one for a rowdy joke at Longbeard's. However, there was an aura of safety about him that fortified the mammoth figure's confidence, an aura that said, I'll keep us all okay'. Now whether this was true or not, who could say.

The Vysstichi on the other hand, although a welcoming peice of eye candy, minus the ebony skin and so forth, seemed a bit shifty. Her persona oozed sexuality and mistrust, almost as if she could play the damsel all brightening and then when a blind eye was turned, easily stab you in the back, though this was far from confirmed. In matter of fact, the ruffian pretty much distrusted most females.

Rhargn showed no mirror of his thoughts on the two at all though, instead, with a deep inhale of death, he stepped out towards the horizon. "Come on then!"