Back in Orobo, Bobba was surrounded by armed villagers who all questioned his statements. "Quiet! Silence! You know nothing of what you address, fools!"

	"What are you talking about Bobba!?"

	"You're mad! Sick in the head!"

	"Your father would be-" Bobba fired a black shard of stone at the last man's throat, cutting him off in mid-sentence.

	"You will not speak of my father's feelings, peasants!!" Bobba blared, summoning a more light-weight version of his armor around his body. This version looked sharper, and covered only his vital chest and abdomen area, as well as the top part of his head, leaving his limbs and face free. "I will call the elementals with this beacon of otherworldly magic! You'll see! They'll bestow upon me the wealth and knowledge that I deserve! I'll make my father proud, and rise beyond his shadow!!"

	Meanwhile, Jenso made his way up the mine-shaft, weaving through falling rocks and dirt until he finally reached the turn that lead to the exit. Within minutes, he had escaped, and not a moment too soon. The mine entrance collapsed behind him, and shut him out. Now he was face to face with the wastelands.

	Unfortunately, there were 3 giant worms hopping about, upset by the recent tremors. Jenso had yet another problem to deal with now.