<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Rguztt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leasick<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lindsay<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong><br/><br/>Four days was hardly the time needed for most to adjust to entirely new way of living, of being<del>   </del>at least, in his opinion. It was odd having no memories, knowing only the name giving to you by parents who's faces and voices were but static in the mind's eye. The subconscious memories remained, then; knowledge ingrained into every fibre of your being from a young age on, such as the ability to speak, to read, and to walk. Sometimes he would remember something, some mannerism or saying, but without the memories associated with them the context was lost on him.<br/><br/>He sat around the fire pit with the other<em>new arrivals</em>, eating the simple meal their given rations could afford per day as he, at the same time, inspected his bow and other equipment. A short blonde girl rose to her feet to speak, addressing them all at once about the current state of affairs, of how they should form parties and attempt to head out the next day to seek out monsters to slay for loot, to make a living that way and continue to survive. He recalled her name to be Lindsay, heaving heard it from someone else rather than from the girl herself. There was desperation in her voice and stance... a desperation for survival, on which he shared.<br/><br/>It was not long before more voices chimed in, as if having waited for someone to make the first move, to spur a dialogue within the group. Already plans to form parties were being formed. Gathering his bow and bowl half full of bland stew, he rose to a stand, moving wordlessly through the small crowd.<em>Assertiveness was key</em>, the tiny voice in the far back of his mind was shouting whilst waving a banner reading the words "move your ass!" on them. Leasick felt that he was a straightforward guy and that the straightforward approach was thus the way to go.<br/><br/>Approaching Lindsay, he sat down next to her.<strong>"It always takes just one to get the ball rolling,"</strong>he said as he carefully put down his bow and reached for the wooden spoon leaning against the side of his bowl, working some of the muck that was supposed to pass for food around here into his mouth.<strong>"But I admire that you were the one that managed to do it,"</strong>he added as the sludge had forced its way down his throat.<br/><br/>Extending a hand to her, he introduced himself with a small smile.<strong>"Name's Leasick. Bow-wielding rogue and all that jazz<del>    </del>"</strong>He paused for a brief moment, wondering what jazz even was, but then carried on.<strong>"I was wondering if you wanted to team up for tomorrow. I heard you are a warrior, so I think my archery skillset can compliment that, and I like your straightforward attitude."</strong>If there had been anything Leasick had learned about himself in the last four days, it was that he was not the sort that enjoyed being vague or indirect about important matters. He said what he felt he had to when he had to.