He smiles back with a contented sigh "And I still greatly appreciate every bit of help I got"
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"It's not for lack of trying seifer. It was a lot easier for a clergymen to get donations for the church than for me to go buy food for the homeless hungry, but a pair of white robes can you get you pretty far."
"A broom closet eh? Well I know that feeling it's hard to turn one's opinion of me with such a gruesome visage, but once people trust you it's easy to help them and get help. Now how did i meet seifer? I don't quite remember who saw who first. I do remember asking for donations to help a family that had recently lost their home to a fire." Gregory Unpacks his bag, and set's up his small tent and cot. "Anybody need any help unpacking?" Gregory says looking around.
Gregory grabs at the chains draped across his chest, and keeps walking with the group. if need be he could quickly unwrap his weapon from around his person. "So Anette if it's not too personal how did you meet seifer?" It was probably a good idea to not seem like they knew something was following them. if there was something there and gregory wasn't just imagining thing. He did feel a sense of unease with Roland, but hopefully that would pass.
Gregory has his hands in his pockets following the group, looking at the scenery
"I agree to the drinks part. if we need to take a break then so be it." He says from the back of the group
Gregory follows behind more than content to just listen to the conversation for the time being.
Well at least he's not throwing curses at me so i'll take it Gregory Grabs the chain belt around his waist, and half fashions it around his chest almost like suspenders. a Hand rests easy on the cool metal as he follows the group quietly.
He stands up a bit straighter seeing Gilgamesh's posture. "Well I don't think either of us knew much about him, so to assume he was a fool is forward. almost anyone can be ambushed, but we shouldn't dwell on him. we do have headway we need to make. It is nice to meet you Gilgamesh"
Gregory see's the arrow fly past him harmlessly, and he turns around and begins to descend to the group. He lands softly and furls his wings back up "As far as i could tell there was nothing, but there was a good amount of wind getting in my eyes. " He adjusts the chain belt on his waist, and notices the new addition. "Ah you must be the replacment! it's a shame our previous group member died before we got really underway it is good we happened to have someone to take his spot. I'm gregory."
"Good to know" He chuckles to himself and starts to look out on the horizon for anything that seems amiss.
With a yawn gregory leaps and lets his wings catch the air as he ascends from the porch area of the bar and perches himself atop the nearest and highest unoccupied space that can hold him. "Hey Roland I know you hate me but let me know when they come out i want to get a look at the road ahead."
"And you're still walking? impressive. He simply adds
His eyes go to the ground in front of the two of them. "It's a shame to have a comrade die, even if we didn't really know him. I doubt it was a painless death, being eaten that is. I think that I'll wait i'm sure they don't need me in the situation"
He sighs looking at roland, and then looks up at the ceiling overhead "Well i'm sure we can handle whatever he tries. we're both capable."
Gregory leans against the railing a bit more seeing just how much wait he could take off his feet without hurting the structure.
Gregory steps forward, and leans forward onto the railing. He inhales softly unaware of what's going on in the Inn. He was expecting everyone out to be shortly.
Gregory sits outside enjoying the fresh air.
Gregory is outside, and didn't hear the question. he doesn't answer.
He looks at roland flatly, and then nods. "Seifer is a storm that i doubt either of us could fully stand against. His gaze looks upward thinking of where she was upstairs, and then speaks again. "That's why i know that neither of us is going to do anything as long as she's around." with a small shrug he steps through the door gripping the door with his free hand. "I don't hate you, I don't like you for sure. You're very judgemental towards me despite not knowing a thing about me. i'm sure you have your reasons for that, but no, I don't hate you Roland." He closes the door behind him on that note.
He grabs a large handful of the rest of the biscuits, and puts the platter with a good amount of them still there by the bar reiterating to the barmaid that they are to be given away to those that look hungry without charge. he did pay for them after all. He steps through the door and waits outside enjoying the morning weather whatever that may be like.
Gregory watches the two of them have their quarrel and knows that he really has no place to talk being unsightly to most people at first second and often third glance. "Well we can't really leave someone behind Anette"
His mood lightens up and he turns to seifer. "Well some of us don't get much use from beauty sleep, and some of us can't get beauty sleep for the personality"
Gregory's gaze lowers towards roland, and he scowls. "If i see you strip the clothing from her body i'll be stripping you out of your armor and treat you like a neatly packaged meal. her equipment is fine but leave her with her dignity. I can handle the disrespect towards my person, i'm used to it, but you will treat her with respect in life and death."
He takes himself a handful worth of biscuits, and takes his time to cut them in half and butter them up. He quietly enjoys his meal.
He laughs outloud slapping the table. "Hey at least buy me a drink first." Gregory had obviously misheard Roland.
He nods putting it back into his bag, and leans back getting comfortable in his chair. "Good to know. i'll be sure to not be in the back"
Gregory nods, and starts to fish through his belongings in a pouch near his hip not bothering to sit up. He pulls at a chain, and out comes a very large steel ball with dull spikes adorning it. It seemed to be adorned with golden banding for appearances. He gestures at it with a chuckle. "I can give you one guess what i do with this."
"I'm getting along i'm pretty sure he's just barely tolerating me" He says with a shrug.
he nods forgetting just how remote this location was, and he heads back to his seat to get comfortable.
He nods with a grin, and pulls out the 5 silver for her. He drops it in her hands. " "now if possible can you make sure our group get's first pick then the rest can you please give the rest to people that show up and look hungry and unable to afford a meal. " 40 minutes would probably if those stories about seifer were correct.
He wasn't expecting someone to be right there. He leans back a bit to give her space, and nods. "I was hoping for breakfast if possible, and if i'm allowed to make requests i would like some biscuits. i'd be willing to pay for the trouble if needed of course." Gregory gives the barmaiden a warm smile.
"I'll be right back." He gets up from his chair, and walks over to the kitchen door. He opens up the door peeking through it hoping to find a helping hand.
Gregory rolls his eyes, and tries to flag down a someone to get himself a meal. He leans back in your chair sighing.
"I'm not the one wanting to kill the half dragon." He get's himself ready, putting his armor on, making sure he's as clean as he can without a bath nearby, and heads on downstairs. He takes the chair opposite Roland "Roland" He says flatly, and wonders to himself if there will be biscuits for breakfast. Those were always good if they were fresh.
Gregory opens up the door his gear packed but himself not geared up for the days adventure. he offers a tired small wave to the women "good morning."
He shrugs at the notebook. Everyone had their secrets and he didn't have any urge to pry. "well Kel it's nice to meet you, but i really do need to attend to my wound. we will talk more in the morning" He brings his beer with him to his room. He starts to check and take care of his wound once he's settled into an empty room.
He sits up straight, and looks at person speaking to him. "Misfortune I guess would be a good answer." He points to the arrow hole still in his arm. The bleeding had stopped, but it still hurt the same. "A lot of different people don't really like me at first glance, but being unwanted lets you get to know the others that are the same. I care for the homeless in my city. If they don't then who will. Some of them are just too weak or sick to work others just don't have it in them yet. I try my best to help the ones who can work to find it, and those that can't I provide what i can for. Enough about me though what's your name stranger.
He retracts his offer at a hand shake, and sinks back into his chair. He downs the rest of his current beer, and shakes the glass above his head. Hopefully that made enough sense to what he was meaning with it.
He pockets the gold his hands holding onto it for a long time. Something in him wanted him to keep this and maybe murder everyone in this room to take theirs too, but he resisted. If he started hoarding then he was no better than that from which he came. There were people needing of this money just like he was at some point. The hungry and despot need food and lodging and feeling displaced was something he was all to accustomed too. His eyes light up at the other portion of gold now in front of him. Gregory hadn't planned at attacking his aggressor only defend himself from further harm if need be. Money was a nice touch to keep him from keeping his word. "As I had said earlier if i get respect i give respect. though there is an addition. if i see any of you disrespecting the destitute then i will have a problem." He holds a hand out to the new addition. "Now we haven't even properly introduced ourselves. no one really has apart from Seifer. I'm gregory Sarax i'm a caretaker of sorts and i'm settled in murkwood."
He mentions to the bartender that he will be needing a room as well, and slides another coin his way. Gregory takes his beer with him, and moves more towards the group watching his step so he doesn't bump into anyone. He makes sure to distance himself from his former agressor with a small sigh. i should get some medicine for this wound. it really does hurt A hand has his beer the other is placed on his hip placed flat against the chain his weapon, it currently acting as a belt of sorts. He lets out a low whistle at the pile of gold, but doesn't comment on it.
Gregory catches the glass, and handles it gingerly. He sips from it enjoying the atmosphere of the bar and the what he could tell mostly friendly patrons. He was sure there would be some time to relax before the business portion of this trip took place.
Gregory laughs stepping in sideways into the door avoiding bumping into the frame. "Oh trust me i'm full sized where it counts." He takes a seat at the corner of the bar.
Gregory grumbles under his breath after the arrow disapears from his grip. I should be used to that kind of slander, but it still hurts
Gregory chuckles "oh then do not worry about it friend" He then audibly snaps his teeth together "Your friend shot me with an arrow!!" He grips the arrow with a soft groan prepping to yank it out of his arm.
Gregory growls out in pain as the arrow lands solidly into his arm. He recoils, and staggers back. "By gods that hurts" He Reaches a shaky arm towards the arrow, and rolls his head. I'm not to hurt people while i'm in here, but god i want to knock that person into paste. He lets the ball and chain fall to the ground, and takes the edge of the chain into his hand gripping it tightly.
"wait wait i'm only half! don't shoot!" He shrinks behind Seifer her small form not covering near enough of his own body. He holds his Weapon, a Large steel sphere with small dull spikes adorning it in front of himself as a makeshift shield. A chain is hanging down it.
"I'm not as fragile as my demeanor displays sometimes. just cause i care about the unfortunate doesn't mean i'm weak" He sighs, and then with a chuckle waves it off. "So who do you think is already there?"
He peers around his shoulder, and frowns at the ID. damn that's a good idea why haven't I gotten that yet. He clears his throat at the small women hoping she'd recognize him.
He nods with a grin, and stands up straight. He offers his hand slowly to shake. "The name is Gregory, and I hate to say but if i need to defend myself i will do so. Besides keeping myself safe i don't even see a reason as to why i would go about harming someone. As long as I get respect I respect those around me. "
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