"My father's name is[i] Hatter?[/i]" Ghent snorted lightly as if Drust had shared this information for the sole sake of earning a laugh. Riling the katana-wielding man probably wasn't the best idea, however, and so Ghent mumbled a hasty apology and shut himself up.
	Throughout the rest of the story, Ghent stayed perfectly quiet, all while wondering if this man was ill. Drust was astonishingly pale, and the random twitching and markings near his eyes were very visible underneath the light. Was Drust mentally unhinged or sick? [i]Maybe both.[/i] Silently, Ghent looked to Elayra, but she didn't seem phased by Drust's condition.
 
	The Red Sorceress, the Curse...their escape. Slowly but surely, the puzzle was coming together.
Ghent stared at the floor and considered all that had been said. One might have thought him in a state of shock, but he merely trying to come to terms with the truth of his past. The fact that his mother had not been mentioned did not go unnoticed by him, and Ghent wondered why his father hadn't been the one to come. Did he not survive the attacks? Who [i]were[/i] these two? 

	Having an evil sorceress wasn't bad enough: Elayra had to add bloodthirsty monsters to the list. Ghent was liking the sound of Wonderland less and less. At this point, being stolen by wolves sounded good.
	"Wow. Okay...let me make sure I have this straight." How Elayra could be so blase was beyond Ghent; she seemed so calm and collected.
	"Wonderland was attacked by a witch, I was dumped off here, but you and Blondie were trapped." So far, so good. Ghent believed himself on the same page now. 
	"You're...witch hunters or assassins...and you came here because you need my help." At times, Ghent felt his very existence to be a burden. Being needed should have been an honor, but he found it disconcerting. Wonderland's fate was up to two teenagers and a man with a illness undetermined. 
	"What is it that you need from me?" Ghent was almost afraid to ask; he could handle himself alright, but he had a feeling this version of Wonderland required a little more than fists and street smarts.