<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 and Tim<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Greg allowed Timothy to tell his tale without additional comment. He had no plans of revealing his own secrets, and so it served everyone present that the more talkative man shared as he pleased. There was a flare of jealousy in him, however, when the man lamented how shitty and dull his life was. He'd have switched with him in a heartbeat.<br/><br/>Jessica entered the room soon enough, and then the fighting started up again.<strong>"Jesus fuckin' Christ."</strong>He muttered to himself more than anyone. He was going to say something, but Charlotte asked the three to leave before he got a chance to. Just as well. He was getting tired of playing the intermediary. Never had he been such a constant voice of reason in his life. He just couldn't argue with the necessity or the results-- at least when they were positive.<br/><br/>On the way back to their room, he thought on Jessica's wise words and listened to Tim. At the familiar boat reference, he breathed a short little chuckle, then gave him an encouraging thumbs up.<strong>"Yeah, that's pretty much it."</strong>After a pause, he continued<strong>"Familiars, eh? Convenient. I don't have any cards, and we could call for something to drink-- if our maid wasn't too busy getting fucked right now. But damn, I miss technology. Could go for some music or a movie right about now."</strong>Hell, he wagered he'd been missing free access to the technology of their world for longer than anyone else in their party. No one else had the proper look of a person condemned to his particular situation, though Jessica came the closest out of all of them. She was clearly a tough, take no shit type of woman. That, he could appreciate, at least.<br/><br/>They were nearing their room when Kristina came out wearing pants rather than her skimpy bottoms. It didn't take long for her to start getting hard after hearing the stray sound of moans, but she seemed to become upset at that fact.<strong>"I don't know anything about the drugs in this world yet. I could only help you out the old fashioned way."</strong>He found himself not minding that idea, but she probably would, given the situation.<strong>"Other than that, or rubbing one out, meditation or exercise might help. They helped me in the past with some other things. Might be worth a try, focusing all that energy somewhere else."</strong>