<strong>PC</strong>Galacia (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=685364)<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Brogan, Calathes, Jin<br/><br/>This was certainly not the situation she imagined she would find herself in when she embarked on this journey. Here she was sharing a table with a half-orc, a hunter, and a priest...it was like she was trapped in some sort of terrible joke. Galacia smirked to herself as she thought over several ways to end the joke just to amuse herself. As her boredom grew, she adopted a slouched posture and rested her cheek against one hand as she circled the rim of her drink with the other. She almost seemed to be contemplating something as her eyes moved around the table, studying each man in turn.<br/><br/>It was becoming apparent her present company was definitely not what she was accustomed to in terms of both manners and conversation - especially after witnessing Brogan tearing into his food like a lion attacking its prey. Her eyes settled onto him for a moment - partially out of awe for his appetite - as she considered the man in front of her. She couldn't help but think of the usual half-orc stereotypes that were passed around - how they were often negatively described as simple. But she kinda liked that about him. She asked him a question, he gave an honest answer. Someone served him food, he ate it. She wished everything could be so black and white and that everyone could be so transparent...especially herself. A pang of guilt rose up into her mind, a feeling that had been bouncing around since he he had been so open with her even after she offered him nothing. She hated having not told him the truth earlier, it was more an instinctive reaction than anything really...and she hated that about herself. Even so, she wasn't ready to tell him the real reason she was here - that they had more in common than he might think - especially not in this crowd.<br/><br/>Then there was the hunter, Calathes. She wasn't sure what to expect from him and judging by what she had witnessed so far, it almost seemed pointless to poke and prod at him to get some answers and learn more about him. She almost felt sorry for him. She had never met someone who hunted for a living. Maybe they were all this way? Detached, quiet, more interested in his weapons than his company. Much like with Brogan, she was content to leave him to his distraction - there was an issue more pressing in her mind at the moment.<br/><br/>Which brought her attention to Jin. He was the source of much of the lack of ease she felt at the moment. She couldn't shake the lingering feeling of hate she felt for him and what he represented. Galacia had a hard time trusting those with ties to the church given her life growing up around them and seeing them for what they really were. She imagined Jin to be like the others and in fact, she wished he was just so the feeling she had could be justified. Out of all three men at the table, she found herself most curious as to the nature of this man.<br/><br/>Her hand stops its stirring motion and her head tilts slightly against her hand as she looks over to Jin. "So what<em>really</em>brings you here?" She had heard his little charade with the innkeeper and found herself hardly believing a word of it. Priests were rarely so altruistic. "I doubt the church would risk one of its own just so you could come down here and offer the settlement your stamp of approval." She offered the man a feigned smile - trying to hide her intentions behind pleasantries - before looking around at the scene around her. "They seem to be doing just fine without your guidance don't you think?"