<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.minus.com/jm9uDpzOezHNQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Erik grimsby</strong><br/><strong>Team:</strong>Ghast<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ghast Dorm<br/><strong>Tags: Members of Team Ghast</strong><br/><br/>Of the survivors, it seemed Eric was the one who could handle it the best; or possibly not, given that he has another sip of whatever liquor he has in that flask. Vodka, if anybody was curious enough to investigate.<br/><br/>The flask winds up on his bed, next to his gear; the shield and flail/mace. He doesn't bother taking his gear to class with him now, as he figured he had no need for it, and it'd just get in the way. "Don't worry, Ruby. You'll get your sea legs, as the mariners say." In other words, if she couldn't keep up with the ostensibly hardier men and women of Eis, she'd probably toughen up pretty quickly. The land of ice and snow had a tendency to kill the weak, and make the strong stronger. And he wouldn't let her die; a long time ago, he swore an oath. An oath he had broken once, but he never intended to break again.<br/><br/>He saw the strange glow, and looked at Raisho as he got down from his spot. Erik frowned for a moment, and watched him as he went off to the kitchenette. The team leader trailed after him, and went to gently place a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. What's wrong? Do you want me to go get the nurse?"  Sure enough, the time to the next class was ticking down, but... hey, it's the first day, if they wound up late, they'd probably get some leniency. Besides, taking care of ones teammate was more important than punctuality.