<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">David watched as Leara moved about the cabin. The liquid in the bottle meeting his lips once more, though he drank much quicker this time. Her movements suggested very much that this was all foriegn to her. The belief that she was from some mystical land though was still hard to grasp. He honestly figured she was going to take him on an adventure, but somewhere deep in the back of his mind he knew that simply wasn't true. <br/>
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An adventure was definitely going to come, but what happened on that adventure he could not yet begin to fathom. David was grounded in the realities of Earth and simply didn't buy into all the mysticism stuff, though it intrigued him from an entertainment standpoint. When Leara told him it was time to leave quickly the frantic look on her face told him she believed there was real danger. He had only finished half of his beer. The sound had been heard by him as well, but that usually signaled that meals were ready to be eaten by the picnic area. Something he generally avoided. <br/>
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<b>"I am not sure what your deal is, but that was the breakfast whistle, if we must leave though, then let us head out."</b> He put the bottle of beer on the counter near the sink. <b>"My car is outside the door we came in, it will provide us transportation to wherever you want to go. If you really want to though my room has a slider that leads to the lake."</b> David's heart began racing quickly mostly in reaction to her own franticness. He had no idea she wouldn't know what a car was, thus why he had out things the way he did. Which ever way she decided they should go he would lead.</span>