The Laughing Dragon General (Open!)

The room was acceptable, a bed perhaps a few other bits of furnature, he wasn't expecting much just a place to lie down when it came time to it. Scrubbing his face with his hands, those long elegant fingers, trained to hold a blade, like the one similar to the one strapped to his waist, trailed over his neck pausing at the shirt he was given. It fit rather well, possibly a bit tight around the arms, but aside from that he could get use to wearing a shirt, perhaps one that matched his pants better than this one. Removing his belt of his weapon and other trinkets that are not yet mentioned til later, he laid them gently upon the bed; Stretching he groaned as he felt his back pop.

Mica pondered what to do, sleep sounded good but he felt highly uncomfortable not yet knowing who everyone was still in the building, some with rooms like himself. This means they could...No, No! Mice shook his head, He was a proud warrior able to stand and face anything to the best of his abilities, He wasn't fearful of no man..no man. It's not that he feared a woman, it was within his nature not to stand up against them. What a sad race he was, Drows controlled mostly by women; Men used for breeding and amusment in the arena. Perhaps even fighting a few invaders protecting the arcane females. Exhaling a slow breath, he took the tie from his pouch and pulled his semi-dreaded/braided hair into a mid height ponytail, smoothed down his shirt and glanced around. Might as well return and be sociable, there were things to be discovered, new people to...explore if you will.

Exiting his room in time to spot a female entering her's, he noted the door mentally and locked his own before slipping the key into the waistband of his pants, as he made his way once more down stairs his eyes lowered to his pants to where the spilt liquid was drying it'll be gone here soon, not that he cared. His ears perked and twitched at the sound of the voices below, he stopped upon the stairs to see who was still here - Nearly all who he had spotted before plus the female upstairs. Cracking his neck lightly he moved towards the bar...it just seemed, you know more sociable but he still stayed silent, brushing gray white locks of hair from his forehead. The talk of some cult made him frown.

Tales about quests and more? Mica didn't think he could pass this up, this was the time to learn about the surface. Turning in his seat after giving the one man at the bar with him...Arya or something he believed he heard, He stood up and approached the two men by the fire. At the one's blunt questions, Mica rose a brow this could prove interesting. "Care..if I joined this little group?"

Upon hearing the welcomes of the other, Mica took a brief moment to size each one up; both males - One Morfumax draped in a white robe and brozed armor though most of his face from what Mica could see was hidden. There was the other, the one with the lean young face but yet you could tell it has seen some fights; it was fresh or a virgins it was hardened with time.
Grabbing a chair, he sat upon it, resting back crossing his arms and left leg over the right. "You may call me Mica for I doubt you'd be able to fully pronounce my name." A smile pulled at his lips. Though over the age of fifty, Mica didn't look nor more than in his late twenties, a strong build clearly seen earlier to most, he was the tallest so far counted for his race standing at six' four. What a tall..glorious drow.

"Micarintra'zar"

It was a elvish name, the way it is spoken is never how it sounded. "I'm sure you can come close, but the first part of saying my name is not pronounced Mica (Me-Cuh)." He smirked, if the other got it that was fine by him it meant he didn't have to be called a womanly name for long.