<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>All<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>As they stood around talking and waiting, Greg took notice of a certain familiar item Jessica had in hand. Reaching into his pack, he pulled out his own Belaying Pin, looked at hers, then offered her a smirk. Whether it was an expression of camaraderie, amusement, or both, it was not entirely clear. Seeing that Yolanda had introduced herself, he smiled and did the same.<strong>"I'm Greg."</strong>There was a chance she'd caught his name before, but he preferred to be polite.<br/><br/>The shrill howling once they'd reached their destination caused Greg to wince slightly in annoyance. "What in the fuck is this shit?" He muttered, his tone quite calm and hollow in comparison to the content of his words. The woman who appeared most certainly caught his eye with her curvy figure and pretty face. What was even more attention grabbing, though, were the words that came out of her mouth. She rattled off fantasy classes like it was a normal thing to do, and looked very sure of herself while doing it. She may have taken a second with Charlotte, but other than that, it was smooth sailing.<br/><br/>The older woman carried on as if nothing strange had happened and asked if they needed anything. Not wanting to be rude and rush off talk to the interesting blond first, he gave the elderly lady an answer.<strong>"Yeah. Few group rooms, depending on how many can fit to them. And some singles for the loners. I'll be in a group myself. Dunno who all wants what exactly, but hey, they can tell ya."</strong>This said, he stepped aside for anyone to address her, then turned toward the blond young woman, seeking to grab her attention with a gesture before she could head off.<strong>"Hey, Beatrix."</strong>He said, laying on a charming and courteous smile.<strong>"I think you got some information we'd find real interestin'. Like that talk about fighters and whatnot. Those terms sound an awful lot like the ones from a game in our world. Have the Champions always had these...titles?"</strong>There would be more questions to be asked of course, but he figured he'd start off small, letting others ask questions if they needed to or otherwise giving her a chance to do her job before the conversation continued.