A Floor is A Floor [Open]

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "Dunno. Best thing of my childhood was listening to the tavern songs." Adam did not usually speak of his past, of anything more personal than the details of the him he constructed in his head, but in his inebriated state the words slipped by. "Oi, I'm plenty fucking brave." He insisted. And he was, when he had to be. Adam was smart enough not to handle things that would clearly kill him (like stealing from royalty or going up against monsters) but he had gone through things that could have ended most men. Of course, the moments where he'd really had to show the most bravery were not the stories he told people, because those moments were rarely pretty. "I dunno. I hope it's not more of this place. Kinda hoping there might be a road to home out there, somehow. Don't know how that would work since we're dead and all, but..." He shrugged, looked off to the side. "It'd be nice." i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.