Character Name: Sam Doyle<br/>Location: The Laughing Dragon<br/>Tagging: Everybody<br/><hr/>Sam smiled broadly, shaking Threnody's hand, noting the firm grip<em>*She looks pretty tough for someone so short*</em>he thinks.  Outwardly, he responds to her question<strong>"Benefit of getting some Zzz aye?  Well no one told me shit really.  All I got was a picture, a brief head's up of who I can expect to find and a message telling me to get to some crappy inn in the middle of nowhere..."</strong>glancing at the bartender<strong>"No offense"</strong>.<br/><br/>And turning to Ivan, he was pleased that he had a strong grip.  Sam noticed the odd chilliness of his hand, but brushed it off as bad circulation while he tried to remember if anyone had told him anything about this Russian-sounding guy.  Sam couldn't recall anything else about this guy, other than he was from Ukraine, wherever the hell that was.  Although the guy didn't talk much, or look like he wanted to talk, at least he seemed like someone you could rely on in a pinch<strong>"Sam Doyle"</strong>he responded plainly, not seeing much of an opening for conversation.<br/><br/>As Threnody asked him a bit more about himself, he turned to face her, taking a second to look over her facial features, taking special note of the piercings<em>*pretty cute punk look she's got*</em>.  He smiled and answered<strong>"Me?  As far as what I do is concerned, I'm a cab driver, straight out of Chicago.  But that is just to make ends meet, what I really like is to give my muscles a good workout, especially with an opponent.  I'm a boxer myself"</strong>and giving her a half-smile continued<strong>"but I like most things that get my adrenaline flowing."</strong><br/><br/>Suddenly noticing the emptiness in the bar, Sam frowned slightly and leaned back against the bar, expecting to have met more than three people.<strong>"So, where is everyone?"</strong>he asked to the room at large.