<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing leather armor), Jocelyn &amp; Gerard<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newgate city - Inn of the Hero and the Mug - Dining Area<br/><strong>Date and Time: Day 2 - Dinner Time<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All PCs<br/></strong></strong><hr/><hr/>Charlotte sat down with an exhausted thump. All day her trainers had been trying to assist her in reaching the magic of the woods or earth or whatever they said a druid could do without any success. They assured her with time and some rest that it would come because Ackaedes was never wrong. Somehow, though, she knew something was wrong. Her companions already were wielding magic and doing things that she could only dream of. So why was she here? She folded her arms down on the top of the table and then put her head on it, praying that food would come soon.<br/><br/>Because Sarryn had asked for more company, the Inn was opened to the general public. They looked at the Champions and money started to change hands. Anyone passing by could hear that the citizens were placing bets on who would be first to die of the seated Champions. The odds on favorite was Charlotte.<br/><br/>Jocelyn brought some food and told the Champions, "I hear that most of you did really well today. You may be our best Champions ever."