<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/>Greg watched, listened, and nodded as his fellows talked, his own thoughts wandering briefly to the increased danger their potentially lifesaving healer brought to the table. He had good hopes that it would be a trade in their favor. He was in the process of chuckling lightly at Charlotte's last utterance-- and the mere fact that they were now set apart from the average group of champions-- when a voice came shouting for help.<br/><br/>He rose to his feet shortly after hearing the plea, and wearing a small smirk unfitting for the situation, he remarked to no one in particular, "Welp, time to get killin'." With that said, he approached the townsman. He clamped a hand down on the man's shoulder and offered a reassuring smile.<strong>"Please calm down, sir. We'll take care of 'em. Can you tell us where they're attacking from and how many of them there were? Did you see what kind of equipment they have?" </strong>He almost added<em>'and by the way, what the hell are gnolls?'</em>, but figured that wouldn't be the most heroic thing to ask and he'd be finding out soon enough.