<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>9 (Robes)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Banquette Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Timmy and the Gang, GM (High Priest Yahir)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>He'd gone pretty damn far in his wine drinking and mindless rutting. His attendant was a mess, laid out oh so comfortably on the bathroom floor, but Gregory managed to wind up with a clean body in the end. Nearing the close of his time in the baths, he took to examining himself and thinking with a clearer-- yet mildly intoxicated-- mind. The only thing that seemed to change about him was his hair.<strong>"That's fuckin' weird."</strong>He smirked, ran his fingers through the smooth brown locks, and continued on in a voice dripping with sarcasm,<strong>"Oh Ackaedes... How dare you change my hairdo?"</strong>Despite his tone, he had grown used to his often matted little afro.<br/><br/>In his ruminations, he found something very important to cling on tightly to: he was out of prison. He would have been in there for the rest of his life, if he was lucky enough not to get killed in some prison gang war or by some enterprising fuckhead who wanted to prove his toughness by taking out a former soldier. And on that subject, if he'd been called Soldier Boy one more fucking time, he would have lost his shit and wound up twice--or more-- a killer, and then most likely dead.<em>'So yeah, bein' out of there's good. But...'</em>One might claim he was reentering the role of a soldier, but he disagreed. He felt more like a goddamn sacrifice, being cleaned and fed before the slaughter. He was fodder for a world and a people he knew very little about. He'd been an atheist for quite some time, but this first encounter with the God kind definitely did not leave the best impression. He took a deep sigh, one that relaxed his shoulders and calmed his nerves.<em>'Fuck it. I'm free. I'm gonna have a good time while I can. And then I'll die.'</em>He paused for a few moments after that potentially sobering last thought, then burst into a small fit of snickering laughter.<br/><br/>While his body was fully satisfied, his mind wasn't. Not quite yet. Maybe some food and a hell of a lot of alcohol would do the trick. And straight answers, he figured, would be just lovely. At the very least, he felt physically relaxed when he-- with some hesitation-- left his new orc friend in the baths and headed to the banquet hall. He entered in the middle of Jessica's speech, and took the nearest seat available.<strong>"Yup, yup, cheerio."</strong>He responded absently, lifting his mug in half-assed celebration of victory and friendship, before drinking down the ale quickly and unceremoniously. He released a breath, relishing the feel of the spirit pushing him further from sobriety.<strong>"Yeah, that'll do nicely. Keep them comin'."</strong>He said with a bright smile in the direction of the servant who'd given him the drink.<br/><br/>He received and began tearing into his plate of beef, potatoes, bread, assorted vegetable, and stew. He would listen for a short while as Tim spoke about magic, but finding none of it resonating with him, he instead turned his attention to High Priest Yahir. In non-middling terms, when first met, that man had had the appearance of someone with a bug up his ass. He was going to call out to him, and to question him about his early departure from their meeting, but was torn from that line of thought when an image filled with fireworks began to dance silently in the air above the table. Distracting as it had been, he had to admit it was entertaining. He only wondered what kind of things he'd be able to do when the time came.<strong>"Cool shit."</strong>He said to Timothy with a thumbs up, before carrying on speaking for anyone to listen in on if they pleased.<strong>"So if this place is anything like Dungeons and Dragons, and I'm probably like a Fighter... I don't play D&amp;D, but I know those are like the basic swords and shields type class. I <em>think</em> I'd prefer fireballs or kung fu prowess, honestly."</strong>With his next words, he shifted his gaze to the High Priest.<strong>But hey, I guess that's just the will of Ackaedes. But I'm sure I'll make just the<em> best</em> meat shield. Certainly the handsomest, wouldn't ya say?"</strong>A wink and click of the tongue accompanied his last statement, and he did not bother to hide the wicked grin belying the disingenuous nature of his flirting.