267: Part 1: The Glade Wars XII

"My name's Eze!" Cole raised an eyebrow at that, not Because the name was short or weird, but because he recognized it. He gave the person in front a closer look. He was black, taller than most and built like a brick wall, he had dread locks that stretched down to the middle of his back, and fierce look about him that let people know he was someone who brokered no nonsense.

 

"You're Nigerian? Particularly of the Ibo tribe?" his opponent, the now named Eze shook his head as he smiled.

 

"on my mother's side yes, she gave me the name. And it's Igbo not Ibo, that's a whole other tribe." Then he shut his mouth with a click so audible it was obvious that his teeth had met each other rather harshly. Cole chuckled, Score one for the charisma stat, he had not even used his [Lesser mind control] ability to get him to open up, speaking of which, it has been quite a while since he used it too.