Twain raised his eyebrows. "A third circle? But I don't sense... Anything..." He wilted like a flower. Twain had much knowledge of magic in this world... Yet... He realized, he had never touched another world. XII had crossed that threshold, perhaps because of that he could [i]sense[/i] things that Twain could not. Maybe all the beings who came through the rift could. 

"XII... The circle... Does it feel like something? Or is it like... A knowing?" He wanted to know the secret of the inner circle. " Yeah yeah blah blah Yeah. More interviews." Twain crossed his arms and glared down the alter. "More questions." he muttered. "More booze needed... Where the hell is that monk?" 

"Were gonna get picked up... Ah... Whenever we call in for it. Zes has the radio. Right?" 

"Yup." Zesiro was sitting on a rock, looking bored. 

Rozalind strolled around the perimeter. "The part is returning, they seemed to have taken care of the... little creatures... I'm surprised we haven't found any more... [i]Intelligent [/i]opposition. Wouldn't the cultists send someone out here? Considering how savvy you say they are, I'd be surprised if they were without resources, support, backup..." Her finger never left the trigger of her rifle. 


~~~

"Yes, Let us go." Dzel agreed with Shannon, and began to walk up back toward the castle and the main party. Dzel knew that Shannon was likely from an entirely different world, and did the best she could to explain. "In this place it is cold in spring, summer, fall, and especially winter. This country is called Russia. It is on a planet called earth. We will tell you as much about it as you want."

~~~

When they returned Twain was fascinated by Shannon. He gleefully pulled out a needle and thread from one of his many pockets and began to repair the monster. When he was caught up to speed he said...

"No no no... We are not... [i]Agents[/i]." She explained. "We are friends... we are [i]members[/i] of an organization that is here to help. You can help us too. We are trying to figure out what happened to everyone here. What happened to Darcy even!" He was grinning from ear to ear. "There. How does that feel Shannon?" He tied a knot and cut the thread. Satisfied with his work.