Twain was intrigued. 

“Well, they were likely  [i]trying[/i] to tempt the rules. A lot of facts about magic is sort of kept kept under wraps and hidden away from the general population. You know, the [i]existance of magic at all[/i], then one wonders about necromancy, and about which types of creatures actually exist and which ones are just stories. It’s difficult to get the whole picture, but, TRIDENT comes closest, I think. And this other-world-breaching… Other worlds, planes, alternate realities… Until this happened [i]that[/i] has been strictly speculation.”

He shook his head, agreeing with Charles. “Yeah, too bad that dragon rushed us out of here. Glad it didn’t stick around…” He paused, TRIDENT didn’t know where it had [i]gone[/i] either.

He tapped the circle that XIII had drawn. “What is… Ah… That representing?”

XIII would [i]remember…[/i]
[i]
A voice, dark and crisp. “Don’t let them touch you. And don’t touch the first two circles. You will die. If you get to the middle one… I can’t say for sure, really...” There was a pause. There was no panic in this voice despite the desperate and chaotic sounds in the background. “... It’s your only chance, I think.” XIII wouldn’t be able to remember the eyes, but maybe the pale thin lipped smile… “I’ll see you on the other side.” 
[/i]

Meanwhile, Rozalind stood near Dimitri watching the battle of the snabbits unfold. Things were calming now. Rozalind looked through the scope of her long firearm to get a closer look. She did not comment. 

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“A sewing needle and thread?” Dzel stood as the others dressed their various wounds. “I think Twain has some.” She had seen Twain give stitches more than once. Dzel walked toward Shannon. “Where are you… Torn? Can you walk back with us?”

“And no… We have not met Dana yet, but, that doesn’t mean she isn’t here somewhere.” Her dark eyes scanned the snowy landscape around them. "Icarus is on patrol. If there is anyone else still here, he will find them."