<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.msg12917677#msg12917677">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 19-01-2017, 18:21:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tim follows Charlotte into her room, hearing and listening her revelations and as she became distressed, Tim placed his hand on Charlotte's shoulder in comforting manner and said; "Those two did not die because of you! They died because of potential fanatics making their own goddamn conclusions! So you haven't been physically changed, haven't felt drawn to equipment like we rest did nor have felt any inkling what your potential abilities are.<br/><br/>As scientist I believe it's not mere random element or event why your so different. More so as the head priest Yahir was not foretold of eleven champions showing up and instead told ten arrived. Which means his god, who sends visions, did not tell him. I doubt god or whatever is bringing champions in has no reason to deceive him. So I speculate your arrival can indeed be accident. But in this kind of world this sort thing is never accident; but more arranged thing.<br/><br/>My guess is that somebody second party, besides Adimerches, had brought you over along with traditional champions and you not changing physically is another indication you being brought over was by different method. Why? No idea. Why you? No idea either, but I could throw guesses if you can tell more about your life in detail. Who you are besides being social worker from  Belleville, Michigan? About your family or parents? Also how you felt those druid equipment felt appropriate but are not? What is okay with them and what is not?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Scientist?" Charlotte scoffed, while pulling her hands from her face. Tears still streamed from her eyes. "Is that why you were studying anatomy with Jessica?" she spat out.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12918378#msg12918378">Quote from: Rummy Tum Tum on 19-01-2017, 23:23:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Greg nodded in response to Charlotte's invitation, and started to enter the room. Before doing this, he did catch Tim's comment about Dungeons and Dragons, and offered a nod of understanding in return. Soon, the three were in Charlotte's room, and the girl was crying and Timothy was trying to comfort her in any way he could.<br/><br/>Gregory looked upon Charlotte's face, seeking to gain eye contact with her, and he smiled a wan smile. <strong>"You know. Only thing that changed about me was my hairstyle."</strong> He ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled lightly. Then, his face grew serious. <strong>"Fact of the matter is, none of us knows what the fuck is goin' on here. Even if you are the eleventh person, we don't know what that really means. What the significance is. The High Priest could just be a fuck up. Either way, whatever killed our people wasn't you, and it wasn't your fault. I can guarantee you that."</strong><br/><br/>He would leave her to answer Timothy's questions about her past then. He had more than a little doubt that his guesses would stick, but if it was a chance to make the girl feel better, Greg wouldn't consider it a waste of time.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte looked over at Greg, took a deep breath, steadied herself, "Very well. My name, as I said before, is Charlotte Amelia Baker. I'm a social worker from Belleville, Michigan. That's the state that looks like a mitten." She held up her right hand and pointed to an area about an inch over her wrist and down from her thumb. "It is approximately there." She gave a hopeful glance at the men.<br/><br/>After a brief pause, she said, "My father's name is Craig and he's a doctor. My mom is a teacher. Her name is Pamela, Pam for short. I don't really see how any of that is relevant. Besides, I'm nothing special. Why would anyone want me, let alone someone different than wanted you, if in fact that is this Ackaedes? It doesn't really make sense. As to the druid equipment, I don't know how to explain it." She picked up the holy symbol of mistletoe. "This feels more right than anything else."