<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/aging21n-5-web_zpso4huqomx.jpg)</div><strong>Jocelyn &amp; Gerard<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Inn of the Hero and the Mug<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sam <br/></strong><hr/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Deciding he could do other things, and not really feeling like sleeping, he locked the door to his room and went down to the common room to see if he could mingle around with the locals and find anything out.  Maybe even see if Jocelyn would be up for talking about matters, seeing as how she seemed to be inn on the whole champion thing.  Maybe he could even see how she'd respond to a flirt or two.  Maybe.  Priorities had to be set and finding out about this champion ordeal came first, seeing as it had a high mortality rate - others dead before them and two of their group dead already before they had even started.<br/><br/>As he made his way down, he silently promised to avenge their deaths and those who had died simply for being by them.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The common area was devoid of any activity. In a fantasy world, Sam would understand that inns were normally a busy place or a place to socialize and obtain gossip. However, here, the dining area was completely empty, just as it was when the Champions entered the Inn.<br/><br/>Jocelyn seemed to be busying herself cleaning the tables, making a nice sheen on the wood. She looked up and noted Sam coming down her direction. "Is Beatrix not serving you well, Champion?" she asked concerned. "What can I do for you?"<br/>