[center][h2]Hyznia[/h2]
[sub]Castle Exterior[/sub][/center]

	The shorter man's face tensed severely as Sulfrax brushed him off. "Peasants?!" He grunted angrily. The comment struck a nerve like gunfire through glass, and his entire body twitched. He lowered his right hand towards his waist, reaching for a weapon that wasn't there. His fingers coiled tightly regardless. Ruso placed a hand on his shoulder, but it was far too late to sate his ally's fury. In a bright flash of yellow light, a sword materialized in the short man's arms, and he lashed out at Sulfrax's body with his newly created weapon. It was like craft-magic, similar to what Luke and Yvette used to summon their own weapons on a whim, but there was something different about it. The sword wasn't crafted from arcane energy alone. Although it was impossible for most to notice, that weapon was beyond the realm of normality. Its ornate green handle looked as if it were crafted by an expert, but if Sulfrax took too much time to observe its intricate details, he would pay the price in blood as three feet of rigid steel carved into his torso. Ruso, unable to stop his shorter comrade from attacking, lunged for Rem in an attempt to prevent his interference. This had been their intent all along, to assassinate these wanderers as they had done many times in the past. But the smaller man's rash nature had crushed their chances for a couple of quick and easy kills.

[center][h2]Arcadia[/h2]
[sub]Inside the Z-ATV[/sub][/center]

	Dan nodded as Jager went on about his master's teachings, completely disinterested. He'd heard it before, the philosophies or [i]whatever[/i] the hell you wanted to call Kho's teachings, from another man he'd met at Diver's paradise. It didn't sound any less ridiculous coming from Jager, but Dan continued to nod absentmindedly, struggling to maintain a weak smile. The lines in his face did very little to hide how bored he was with the man's speech, though. "Cute," He mocked, falling back into his seat, his machinists garb crinkling from the impact. "Believe whatever you wanna, kiddo."

	A second man, sitting next to Jager, tapped the monk's shoulder lightly with his pale index finger, his hand lined with silver rings. He was a slender man, no where near as tall as Jager, and far less burly. His hair was a notable shade of silvery grey, and refracted the light sources within the ATV like crumpled tin-foil. "Don't let this asshole get to you. Kho's teachings are just as valid as any other, and rather profound, as far as I'm concerned," He said, calmly glancing at Dan with subtle contempt, who had already closed his eyes and sunk into a state of supposed zen. Truth was, he was just annoyed. The man who addressed Jager was none other than Quicksilver Zay, a Popular Diver who's unique abilities brought several aspects of arcane science into question. He didn't smile, nor did he frown. Overall, the man had a demeanor that screamed [i]lazy asshole[/i], despite his kindness.