Despite his best efforts, Troy couldn't ignore gravity, but that didn't stop him from trying. After all, it couldn't work all the time surely? For instance, today he was standing, dripping wet, next to the river that acted as a moat for the Lamia Scale guild, having decided earlier in the day he'd be able to run across the water to the other side without falling in. It made sense in his head, all you had to do was run fast enough and you'd make it to the other side before gravity managed to pull you down into the water. He'd almost managed it actually, having reached about one third of the way there before the ever-present gravity managed to affect him. And so he sat, looking up at both the blinding sun and the guild that stood proudly across the other side of the moat. It was a good thing Troy could swim too, as this moat was a proper river, and it was surprisingly quite deep.
He'd sit there for a few more minutes before lying back, feeling extremely comfortable as the warmth that the rocks had absorbed from the sun ran into his back. He had heard that this place was often frequented by ne'er-do-wells, due to its location away from the guild, but Troy couldn't understand why someone would come to this place to do anything except relax. After all, it was such a warm, loving place, one could quite easily fall asleep in its embrace.