Antal Redhorn approached the group, from the forest, his hand on his head, he mumbled and grumbled as he walked up to the group. his red leather armor stank of old wine and mead.
"my greatest apologize fellows, I was held up by a most important affair, which has now been settled, and I thank you all for waiting" Antal said, before a moments pause, "oh my greatest apologize, Call me Antal, professional eccentric, at your service"
Antel moved his hand into his left belt pouch, and took a mild bow when he said 'professional', his eyes never looking away from the group.
OOC: nice to meet you, I believe I entered the right area at the right time, if not dele this,(or ask me to)






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