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Dante was led through many twisting halls by his father, eventually coming apon a large dining room with people chatting happily at the many tables. The lights seemed brighter here, the people much less nonchlant than the ones he had seen there already. He flexed his fingers, realizing that all pain was gone from them. His father motioned over to a table next to him, where he sat with him. Dante was introduced to the two identically clad men sitting across form him. "Hello Dante. I am Johnathan, my younger brother here is Klein, we are the order's lead Archers. "It is a pleasure." Dante was still confused about why he was even here. Johnathan pointed to the nearest round table, where three men and two women sat eating and talking. "The men, starting from the left, are Han, Flint, and Brian. The women are Clarissa and Jessica. They are the Order's cavaliers." He smiled, and pointed to the next table, where three women sat with cloaks shading their faces, also talking to one another. "Those three are our mages, Mariabeth, Seila, and Farina." He pointed to the last table, where two men and one woman sat quietly. One Dante noticed as Zephiel. His father spoke up. "That is where you will sit, Dante. It is the table for the tacticians and masters, as will I. Glen, the larger of the two, is the berserker of the Order. His fighting prowess is best seen in the midst of battle, where he can cleave a path through any amount of enemies if need be. The smaller of the two is names Raven. She is the swiftest assissin you will ever meet, and she has many contacts. But do not fret, she is very nice--to herself, but nice." Dante and his father went to sit at the farthest table, and they ate their fill of breakfast and talked through the rest of the morningtime.
Jareth Black · Sun Jan 23, 2005 @ 06:58pm · 3 Comments |
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