It has been several days now as Poom has joined the guild. He still didn't know many of the guild mates, as he was kind of shy about it. He was thinking about going on some guild missions with some of his guild mates, but he was not sure with whom, they all looked super strong.
Sitting, drinking mead, Poom saw a new face. The guy looked interesting to Poom, he was a skinny man wearing a black hooded garb, which made him very mysterious.
Poom was not sure what to say to the man, he thought about showing his magic to the man, but then realized that it could be thought of as an attack.
So he just went there mead in his hand, wiping his beard with his sleeve.
Hello fellow guildmate, I am Poom, the son of Loom, I would like to meet you as I am also new here like you, and I do not know many people. the mead may have made Poom slightly more drunk than he wanted, and definitely too drunk to talk about anything serious.
Sitting, drinking mead, Poom saw a new face. The guy looked interesting to Poom, he was a skinny man wearing a black hooded garb, which made him very mysterious.
Poom was not sure what to say to the man, he thought about showing his magic to the man, but then realized that it could be thought of as an attack.
So he just went there mead in his hand, wiping his beard with his sleeve.
Hello fellow guildmate, I am Poom, the son of Loom, I would like to meet you as I am also new here like you, and I do not know many people. the mead may have made Poom slightly more drunk than he wanted, and definitely too drunk to talk about anything serious.