[b]The Meeting[/b]


"The strange tongue I'm feeling instinctively urged to speak in is called [i]English[/i] ?" Vaughtar had noticed this strange circumstance before, but still his voice was full of surprise.

Having been met with a rebuff, the gargoyle wasn't sure if it would be wise to continue surging ahead with straightforward questions. He didn't want to negatively influence his reputation as far as one could use this term already in his case. He was really close to suggesting that just waiting for someone to return to the site would offer an opportunity to find out who could be held responsible for this, but instead Vaughtar asked more hesitantly: "So... what are we going to do now ?" Hopefully he wouldn't be stuck in this... submarine... for long.

Zesiro seemed rather relaxed about the topic: The way he was leaning back with the bottom of his feet facing towards the other participants didn't suggest that he was worrying about anything. If he could just do the same...