<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>Date:</strong>Day 2 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>"The Hero and the Mug" | Dining Area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The injury the man sustained did happen to illicit some satisfaction from Greg, but seeing him unconscious wiped that feeling away. He watched on as Charlotte attended to him, and as the miracle occurred, he simply smiled. There was a certain smugness in seeing that the laws of even this confusing world could be broken, but more than that he felt genuine joy for her accomplishment.<strong>"Damn, good job!"</strong>He called, even through the confusion and panic, before digging in to the plate set before him while the masses were calmed or otherwise driven away.<br/><br/>He ate during Tim's explanation, and while he admittedly didn't pay close attention to all of it-- specifically when it came to some of the faith and inner searching bits-- he let out an agreeable sound at the end of it. After swallowing, he would look to Charlotte and say, "So you're a healer, then. We'll have to make sure to keep you covered. And not just in combat." He could only imagine what the religious zealots might say. Pushing that aside for the moment, he flashed her and the rest of their companions a conspiratorial grin. "This could be what saves us." His face took on a thoughtful expression, then he continued on. "So, think there're other Gods they ain't tellin' us about? And demons and shit, while we're at it?" The latter question came to mind courtesy of Sam Kronenberg. His query posed, he'd resume eating while awaiting their opinions.