[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://thedailies.grimfandango.org/others/alex-pettyfer/alexpettyfer007.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Outside room 107 -> Room 101
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	Bart smiled back at the large man, waving his hand nervously as he did so. He didn't say anything yet, instead closely paying attention to the people around him, trying to get a bead on who exactly each of them were. He followed them into the sitting room slowly, a little shaky as he did so. He normally wouldn't ever be this standoffish, and he was sure he'd get better with time, but God, this transition was as abrupt as could be, and he just wasn't ready to be social yet. He placed his hands at his sides, and drummed lightly on his calf, when a woman said his name.

	His head snapped towards her, temporarily surprised by the fact that she knew his name, but reasoned that, given a room had been prepared for him, and they seemed to somewhat be expecting his arrival, them knowing who he was was the least surprising thing that had happened to him today. He cleared his throat and hurried forward to a seat. He kept his eyes on the lady as she introduced herself as The Dice. He recalled Alicia describing The Dice before, and he was quite intrigued by what he heard. She would be of particular interest to him, since her existence meant randomness was, well, [i]real[/i], if he was to believe Alicia. His eyes trailed for a moment onto The Hat as Eve introduced him, who was apparently the giant who led them in here.

	There was a lot to unpack in that short introduction. The Hat, or Gilbert as he was apparently also called, was some kind of warrior from how Bart understood it. That of course, lead him to the question, why did they need a warrior, to the point of introducing him as such? This worried a part of Bartholomew, since he personally was by no means a fighter, and was concerned that this could somehow mean they expected him to fight for them in some capacity. If anything, he preferred to do work from the side lines, but even then, he didn't want to hurt anybody. He packed these feelings away momentarily, deciding to hear her out these "Emendators" completely before jumping into questions or objections. Bart returned his gaze to Miss Lucas, and gave her a nod when she asked if they were ready to get some answers. The only thing he wished for now, was pen and paper to take notes, but he was fine with committing things to memory if he had to.