[u][b]Momma Didn't Raise No Fools[/b][/u]

Hearing the current circumstances, the reincarnated boy decided to add in his own two cents since the situation wasn't quite as bad as he had initially thought. "We're not even fit to be called petty thieves let alone assassins." A somewhat self-derogatory voice from the bushes sounded as the bluenette elf continued to mutter from his face-down position, looking particularly eccentric at the moment. Rising to his feet slowly and gingerly, Velte began to check himself over and dust debris off his person while looking about warily. "I'm not sure about the others but I don't even know where I am let alone how this place works... Really, you're probably the one person here that has any sort of power and authority here from what I can see."