[color=goldenrod]"Just give me time to restore my items and armors. I'm still on the disoriented side of things,"[/color] Archer admitted, sheepishly, before adding: [color=goldenrod]"Also, [b]NEVER[/b] is it [b]TOO[/b] early for drinking, [i]Brother[/i]."[/color] Looking around, Archer took in the tactical situation; analyzing the room, while attempting to appear casual, as she looked for fixed points of entry. Unfortunately, if that Caster, Lancer, and Saber were to be any indication... the walls might as well be useless. If there was a Berserker in the mix, then the walls might as well not even exist. [color=goldenrod]"Brother, I really do not wish to stay more than a day, if others linger,"[/color] Archer says, not comfortable with the overall exposure. [color=goldenrod]"Might we leave, after we eat? At least, the general vicinity?"[/color]

[i]If the Saber and the Caster fought... [b]and the Lancer involved herself[/b]... [u][b]and the possible Berserker triggered[/b][/u]...[/i]

[color=goldenrod]"I just have a bad feeling..."[/color]