<div class="floatright">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/fe08/f/2013/160/1/0/knight_in_the_dark_by_beaver_skin-d68cssw.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Gregory Smith</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059435)</strong>|<strong>Fighter 1</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16 (Chain Mail)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Armament Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All | High Priest Yahir<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Yeah," Greg whispered in response to Kristina, "This does not add up." He turned to her and tilted his head in the direction of the hall then, inviting her to follow him, then moved into the hall.<br/><br/>It wasn't long at all before Greg reached the others in the hall. Observing the crime scene nearly left him shaking with fury, but he closed his eyes and took a calming breath. The level of calmness that followed did not last very long however, as he heard Alistair's little joke. He scowled at the man.<strong>"Her name was Courtney. And she was one of us, you dick."</strong>Though he very well could have, he wouldn't lose his cool and belabor the point. Now wasn't the time for that.<br/><br/>At Jessica's comment, he sidled up next to her and spoke in a low voice for only the group to hear,<strong>"I don't trust that fuckin' priest, and I damn sure don't like him. He claimed they died because of Ackaedes, and that's without ever seeing the bodies. Even if the fucker received some kinda holy vision, a god wouldn't need a weapon to kill attendants, if it even bothered to do that in the first place. But a hand of God or two would, don't you think?"</strong>It still didn't explain the champions bizarre state, but all he could do was theorize at this juncture.<strong> "Not sayin' we should jump to conclusions about the priests here, but I say keep an eye on 'em and, yeah, get ourselves armed ASAP."</strong><br/><br/>It was soon enough after this that the group was led to their equipment. Gregory, despite his mistrust of the man, could not deny that Yahir's words held truth. He felt drawn to the armor and weapons displayed before him. Yahir's suggested option of not getting well equipped in favor of continuing their celebration brought a questioning look from Greg, however, and he endeavored to share a silent look with his compatriots affirming just how shifty the high priest was. Whether they agreed with him or not, he was sure they were smart enough to figure what the best choice was.<br/><br/>Following instinct and a sense of self preservation, he began to arm himself. He donned the armor, sheaths and weapons as if he'd done so every day for years. It was a strange feeling, but a powerful one. He'd never felt so comfortable holding anything like he held that greatsword, and to think it'd looked so unwieldy.<br/><br/>While he would have liked another option, unfortunately, staying the night was the only thing that made sense. They would not survive the night outside the city with monsters roaming about, and they needed to rest and to to train if they wanted to survive.<strong>"And where are we supposed to sleep, priest? Lemme guess: separated, vulnerable bedrooms? I vote we share rooms."</strong>