<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>"The Hero and the Mug"<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlotte, Tim, and Kristina<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The talk of elven sexual nature and meditative trances went over his head. All he'd known about them was that they had pointy ears, lived long, and were very snooty. They also tended to be good with magic and archery when portrayed in movies. He hadn't considered before that moment that, as an elf, Kristina could very well outlive him naturally. The gravity of that difference in life span had not dawned on him quite this much when he'd watched Lord of the Rings.<br/><br/>Contraceptive medicine was for sure a good idea. He'd always wanted to have children, but he didn't want to go accidentally impregnating anyone. Especially not in this strange realm, and especially not his compatriots. And hell, considering his new lifestyle, he completely doubted he'd ever have the time to settle down in any case.<br/><br/>At the sight of Jessica grabbing Kristina by the thick outline in her pants and stroking, Greg involuntarily took a deep breath. He exhaled heavily, though that did little to calm the depraved thoughts he'd found racing through his head. He shifted a bit, following Kristina's example in hiding his own impressive and hardening length. The chainmail he wore helped in obscuring it well enough, or so he hoped.<br/><br/>With a lewd and teasing proposition, the latina rogue disappeared down the hall, and Greg's eyes shifted to Kristina once again.<strong>"Well, we wouldn't wanna have you suffering wet dreams."</strong>He said, his words far more suggestive than his calm and friendly tone let on.