[After removing every bit of green he could from himself and trashing the gaudy golden swords he'd been given (terrible isn't his style, thanks), Yuber's moved on to drifting from spot to spot on the edges of the confused crowd, typically finding a place to lean against and cross his arms in a manner that comes off as unapproachable.
For the most part, he doesn't go far from the quest kiosk. He's eavesdropping on what everyone else is asking the GM; less work for him and they're all going to ask the same things anyway...]
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For the most part, he doesn't go far from the quest kiosk. He's eavesdropping on what everyone else is asking the GM; less work for him and they're all going to ask the same things anyway...]