<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing black robe and sandals)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newgate city - Inn of the Hero and the Mug - Charlotte's room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Greg and Tim <br/></strong><hr/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12916735#msg12916735">Quote from: Rummy Tum Tum on 19-01-2017, 06:07:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When Charlotte showed disinterest in the shared room, he gave her a look of clear concern. Sure, it might have been that she'd be able to defend herself should it come down to it, but she seemed to be the weakest link out of all of them. He didn't hold this against her or see it as a reason for her to be ashamed or looked down upon, but it did leave him feeling a heightened sense of protectiveness towards her. Maybe she reminded him of his sister. Maybe he was just overreacting.<br/><br/>When their rooms were shown to them, Greg approached Charlotte for a quiet conversation. "Hey. So you sure about stayin' in a room alone? Could be dangerous." He paused for just a moment to arrange his thoughts in order. "Just seems to me like you're not exactly choosing this 'cause you really want to be alone. But I could be wrong..." He offered her a small, reassuring smile. "Either way, if it turns out you need help, I got you."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte opened the door to her room as Greg talked to her. She was warmed by the reassuring smile and replied, "I really appreciate that." She looked down, blushed and then looked up again and smiled at Greg, "I really do. I've, um, well, got concerns. If you want to come in for the moment...." She opened the door wide so that he could enter if he chose.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12917351#msg12917351">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 19-01-2017, 14:50:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Not mind fooling around but I and Yadi need some peace and time study our tomes. I saw I had find familiar spell and I would very much like to perform summoning my familiar before we go to bed. However Charlotte seemed wish talk in private so I go see her first."[/glow] Tim leaves the room and heads where Charlotte chose to stay, seeing Greg with Charlotte, quietly talking something. He waves on him as he approaches and with smile says; "Hi Greg, playing both DnD and being in army would had been possible! But if want ask anything about related to that subject I can tell stuff for you. Curious enough Beatrix had catched the terms up and appears genre savy, it may had been result from past champions teaching her the terms and such." Then he turns attention to Charlotte he asks; "You wanted to talk me in private?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She nodded but gave him a slight frown. She would take up his behavior with Jessica at a later time. Right now, there were things to discuss and these two, along with Alistair, seemed to be the only ones that mostly had their heads on straight. However, she was beginning to doubt it in the case of Tim.<br/><br/>Closing the door behind the men, she sat on her bed and allowed them to have the two chairs that were in the corners of the room. "I don't know where to start, so I'll just talk and hopefully you can make sense of what I cannot. All of you have come here in changed bodies. I have not. This is me. I look the same. I don't understand it. All of you felt drawn to equipment. I didn't. I took something that looked more right to me and yet, I know it isn't right. If I took nothing, I feared for my safety. I think I'm the one that wasn't supposed to be here. I'm the eleventh. And now Courtney and Vara are dead because of it!"<br/><br/>She buried her face in her hands and started to cry. "Why is this happening to me?" she asked between sobs. "God, I'm so sorry...."