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[flame_and_void]

Standing patiently in a corner of the bar, Rand is dressed for battle. His white shirt is tight, sword buckled at his hip, black pants a little loose for movement, black boots with hard soles. The glow of Saidin is alight about him, and his gaze sweeps the room as he looks for those who are joining him today in the hunt

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[dead_comrade]

Krauser's here, looking for--hey, the guy's glowing. That's new.

He veers to talk to him. According to Krauser's minimalist idea of what he needs to cause mayhem, he's set. Anyone looking at him might not be sure; he's just got a bow and some extra grenades, besides, of course, his knife.

[flame_and_void]

Rand eyes the heavily armed man with a bit of wariness--one can never be too careful around such people, even with the rules of the bar in effect.

[dead_comrade]

Sure one can!

. . . uh, yes.

He's actually not heavily armed at all by his world's standards, where at the slightest hint of trouble you'd best have a pistol and some grenades, and, when things get hairy, a shotgun and rifle and rocket launcher.

"You had a sign up a while back," he says, "looking for personnel."

[flame_and_void]

Rand ahs and nods.

"I did; were you interested in lending a hand?"

[dead_comrade]

"Yes." He pauses. "Bioweapon, atypical strength, abnormal speed, rapid regeneration factor. Or, more simply, I'm useful."

[flame_and_void]

Half of those words go over his head, but he nods regardless.

"If you think you can help, then we'll welcome it. What's your name?"

[dead_comrade]

"Just Krauser." If he were still human there'd be more, but he isn't. "If I can help a world keep from being overrun, I'll do it."

[flame_and_void]

"Welcome, then, Krauser. I am Rand al'Thor. Please, join us at the table, and I'll explain what's going on."

He brings Krauser over to those already gathered.