<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">This woman was weird, that much was obvious. By the time she had finished speaking he figured she was serious, that she had truly believed every word she spoke to him. David just wasn't sure if <i>he</i> believed the words she was speaking. There was conviction in there though, the subtle movement to the edge of her seat, the book she had pulled out, the pleading, she was definitely not acting. Some things simply couldn't be explained, but then again there were a lot of things in life that simply couldn't be explained. It was a lot to take in so soon though, he had just lost his wife not more then six days prior, his emotional stability was not where it should be.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">From the time she had started speaking David had been leaning back in his seat, but as she moved forward, he found himself doing the same. There was indeed curiosity in his mind, she clearly knew who he was, though this Lord business was not for him, that was a medieval thing he wanted no part of. <b>"You are a mighty long winded one aren't you?"</b> He began as he leaned back in his chair. <b>"This is called a remote, it turns on the television, which I am guessing you don't have in this place called Eldorath."</b> He held it up, but did not demonstrate that it turned the television on, if she really was this loony it would only stoke the flame and confuse her more, lead to more questions. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">In this moment he decided he desperately needed a beer, he had tried hard to avoid drinking but this was just too much. David motioned for her to stay where she was, he didn't need any more kneeling, bowing, or any other crazy thing she might do to honor his presence. As he slowly walked toward the refrigerator he spoke some more. <b>"I am no Lord, so please never use that title again, and as far as my ancestors go, the whole genealogy thing</b> <b>really isn't my style." </b>He had made it to the fridge and grabbed out two bottles of Corona and popped the tops off. <b>"Here have this,"</b> it was not at all phrased like a question as his deep voice spoke. David sat back down and took a few good long swigs. <b>"I am guessing you don't know what I have been through recently, my wife was murdered, I was nearly killed, and that was six days ago. So this is all a bit much. I get it that you think you are telling the truth, I see the conviction in your eyes, hear it in your voice, but what if I say no, are you really going to make me come with you?"</b> </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">That was his response to her line that he would be coming with her. He had remembered it, and it had not sounded at all like a question in that moment. David did not know anything about fighting or how to really defend himself, but he was a rather large guy. He stood six foot three inches tall and was built out of solid muscle due to his dedication to the gym. Even his current plain white t-shirt strained against his muscles showing off how well built he was. For David he figured his sheer size would be intimidating enough, as he didn't really need a confrontation with the soreness he was still feeling.</span>