<strong>Name:</strong>Tyler James “T.J.” Matautia<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Back Room of the Underworld Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday (ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><br/>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/89/37/a1/8937a10d8b353e0682bd923203ac45e4.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><strong>”Tell me if I’m wrong but… Didn’t we talk last night about *stopping* monsters? Watching over kids? I don’t really remember speaking about *working* for one of those things.”</strong>TJ looked on as the female doctor (he would not be able to say her name right now) decided to pick up one of those large coins and claim it. He didn’t like it, but… He liked the idea of leaving someone doing all the grunt work by themselves, alone, even less. So without much thought, he took one of those gold pieces and took it in his hand, observing it. He didn’t… sniff it like Mrs. Sexy Soccer Mom did, but he did look at it for a moment, trying to figure out if it was minted, or something.<br/><br/><br/><strong>”Still don’t like it.”</strong>He said more to himself than anything else, pocketing the thing and taking a slow breath. TJ looked at the rest of the gang for a brief moment, scratching the back of his head.<strong>”I’m Tyler James, by the way. But call me TJ. Anyway… Anyone got a suggestion on where to start with all of this “fighting the things that go bump in the night” thing?”</strong>