[h3] Charles Balderdash [/h3]

“nah, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” He brushed off Vata’s concern. “Although I suppose I could ask one or two people I know, hopefully they’re not too busy or anything.” Or if Charles were even allowed to bring on any more people on this case.

“To be honest I’m not the best with other languages, well I’m not the best with written other languages. Spoken I’m absolutely fantastic with which I suppose could be a blessing or a curse depending on where you’re standing. I have been known to go on a bit at times.” Charles gave a light hearted chuckled. “But, I am proud to say that it’s never endangered a mission.” He lied.

With the conversation towards what their next actions should Charles held his chin in thought. Personally he felt that they hadn’t gathered nearly enough intelligence or images of the area surrounding ‘ground zero’. But considering the threat that was still there Charles resigned himself to the fact that what they had is all the could use for now, simply couldn’t be helped until the site was deemed safe enough.

“That’s actually an interesting question.” Charles frowned and looked at the others. “Maybe it’s just a simple case of the same language in different places? But under different names or something along those lines?” He paused and spun to face the other direction for a moment. “No, actually, scratch that. Too coincidental in my books, just think about it; several beings, all of varying different origins, up-bringing’s and the like all happen to speak not just the same language but the one of where they end up?”

Charles tilted his head from side to side, letting the thoughts mull and slosh in his head for a moment.

“No. Frankly the chances of it happening by coincidence are zero to none.”