I looked her in the eye. Her good one, at least. She stared back, a carefree smile on her face.
"Natasha Novak." I softly said.
"Yolin Makav." she answered in her soothing voice.
Her tongue was black, much to my surprise.
"So you're a tank?" I asked in Russian, or Orkish in this world.
Her eye widened and so did her smile.
"You know Orkish? Good!" she nodded. "Your form didn't say anything about Languages. I guess you haven't heard enough of them, yet. As you asked, I'm a tank. Cleric base, Monk, Paladin, and Asura. I have various skills to redirect attention and increase durability, knowledge of fighting techniques, and I can inflict enemies with a few effects." her soothing, mature voice did wonderful things to my mind. "How about you?"
"I fight with a spear. Warrior base, Hoplite, Lancer, and Dragoon. I have a few auras and warcries, and skills to fight big monsters. My Lancer class benefits from riding a mount. I have a Ratnak." I answered.
