Events were unfolding quickly for Sygma's team until they reached Vrondi. The presence of humans did not cause a commotion in the town, only a few expected gazes from time to time. It was either due to the Descendants not seeing the humans as a threat or because, due to the range of races throughout the city, they did not stand out that much. He didn't care to check for a reason anyway. The town's structure piqued Alan's interest and the unexpected lights inside was a wondrous fact. Maybe if they weren't on a strict mission, he would take his time finding out more about the "engineering" behind it. As usual, he was behind everyone else, enjoying listening to the other soldiers' comments of their whereabouts. Trained as they were, they weren't supposed to just keep silent about their unfamiliar surroundings as he was. Of course, he would avoid talking to them either way. He didn't find any pleasure talking to people who, by the end of the day, still consider him as a means to protect themselves. He was fully aware that it was a common reaction to treat someone different with fear, even if the specific team was made to [i]deal with[/i] different. The only one who seemed clueless of what was going was a girl on the team, At first, Alan thought that she was another soldier of the agency, but her behaviour forced him to reconsider. Still, he decided to give the girl some room to deal with things by herself. After all, she couldn't be here by chance.

After walking through the streets for sometime, an odd event took place. Someone bumped into their captain, but Alan sensed no malice in the action. He was going to let it off as an accident, if only Sygma didn't pick something - Alan didn't see the reason to focus on what happened and didn't notice - from the ground and the mysterious masked figure didn't casually ask him to follow. Things were getting weirder and weirder. First they are shown the way to this town, then someone just asks strangers to follow him. It was as if some kind of calculated plan was unfolding and they were but a part of it. Only then did Alan realize that things were not as they seemed to be.

Following their captain's order, they entered a small bar. There were others inside as well. Alan was on his toes. Bars tend to be particulary dangerous places and things get nasty sometimes. Sygma sat down and asked for some water from the waitress, while his team was taking other seats or spots nearby. Of course, Alan did not have the luxury of sitting down. He stood right behind Sygma, as a good bodyguard would do. He tried to think of something to take away his mind from all this "mystery plan" he came up a while ago and came up wondering if drinks here are the same as in the human world. Apparently, both worlds were supplying water, at least.

A short conversation with the waitress occured, in which Sygma got some valuable information. Apparently Descendants were this world's humans. But of course, the differences couldn't be just color or language based. There had to be demons and dragons...If there is a greater force up there, it sure has a great sense of humor, he chuckled.

With this info at hand, combined with the behaviour of the Descendants and the plan that Alan thought was unfolding, he took the initiative and bent over behins Sygma to whisper lowly enough so that the other soldiers would not listen:

"Sir, I think that there is more than meets the eye in this world. People here are not all vicious monsters that come through the portal and the events that occured up until now do make it seem plausible that there is a reason for us being here. I think that, eveif we succesfully closed that gate, we should not prioritize our return before we find out more about Edafos. There might be even more valuable information we could use before we return ho..."

Alan's speech was interrupted by a descendant who inexplicably knew Sygma's name. It was evident that the wheels of fate were starting to move slowly.