<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" | Charlotte's Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlotte and Tim<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>"Alright..." </strong>He said suddenly, the exasperation clear in his voice.<strong>"Let me try to put this in a proper way. This shit? It's childish. Whether we like it or hate it, we fuckin' <em>need</em> each other. No antagonizin', or jealousy or spite, is gonna help us. At all."</strong>Watching arguments was always an irritating thing. Normally, he would leave it to the participants to work it out-- or not-- but that leisure just wasn't in the cards here.<strong>"We ain't the most...compatible bunch. We've gotta <em>try</em> to get along. If we don't, we're gonna end up dead like the last batch of Champions."</strong>The thought of their two deceased companions came to mind, but he refrained from mentioning them for fear of pouring salt on the wound.<br/><br/>He sighed, then looked at the two with eyes much softer than they were just several moments before.<strong>"Way I see it, we're on a sinking ship. Let's focus on helpin' each other survive the trip, eh?"</strong>