“A weather pony are you,” Came the reply, and with a smile the grey unicorn adds, “Probably quite the demanding job some days. So you know what you want to play?”
Looking at the beginnings of his character sheet, he would turn both to Calm Skies and Dive before offering, “I do believe I’m going to go with the Bard myself, a more chaotic sort with a wanderlust and charming tongue.”
Considering the setting he would add, “Seems this may well be an interesting campaign… perhaps the Age of Myth?”
There be another knock at the door, one both sharp and clear as the three hear it carry downstairs.