The ale drizzled down Gregorii's chin, seeping into his gigantic grey beard, the stinging buzz of watered-down ale had hit his brain, Gregorii was sitting in a tavern in a empty table, stopping by for a drink, he needed a drink, alcohol was his best friend, well more like his only friend, all of Gregorii's other friends were either dead or left behind. But no matter what he lost, he could always drink, how ironic, he wasn't even old enough to drink, yet he wasn't going to stop himself. His search for answers had yield nothing, the Library had nothing for him, so he would visit a church, as much as he hated them, he would have to put with their religious bullshit if he wanted to get answers, after all they knew the gods the most, it would only be natural that they'd know how to destroy them. 

Then he saw the eye's of the bar patrons, move towards the door, curious he looked as well and spotted a bleeding man, clearly wounded in some one-sided fight. Gregorii lifted the cup up, downing the last of his ale and left it, He got up and sat down next to the man, with a look of worry on his face, [i][color=f08080]"You look like a dog mauled you, what's wrong with you lad!"[/color][/i] he demanded a answer, though he came off as rude and brash, he was simply worried about what happened to the young lad.

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