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The infinite poet seemed like an honest and good man, despite his tendency to talk somewhat strangely in rhyme. Then again, infinites were bound to their talents.  He had no idea where they were, but every ally in an unknown situation could prove a valuable asset. That said, he was unsure whether or not the girl…guy…thing… was something he felt the need to acquaintance himself with, something he didn’t even get the chance to do as Caora left them as whimsically as it came.  It (as he decided to refer to the creature for now) seemed a little too carefree for the situation it was in, or maybe it truly had no reason to care? Perhaps that one was worth keeping an eye on.

[color=D1c2bf]”Most certainly.”[/color] Cyrus said to the poet, and nodded in agreeance to going towards a small group that was visible in the distance. It was quite apparent that they were all caught in what could only be described as a great unknown. In that light, the more minds they gathered, the better their chances of getting out of this situation safely would become. Though he had no idea what the bear was planning, he doubt he simply invited them all for a cup of tea. They might be in the cave of the bear, so to speak, and that was never a safe place to be. He shook his head at the poet as they walked [color=D1c2bf]Last thing I remember is taking a nap in my hospital bed. Unfortunately I know just as much as you do as to how I woke up there, I reckon.”[/color] He then thought for a little [color=D1c2bf]”I never oversleep though, and I definitely slept longer than the planned ten minutes. I assume they kept us asleep chemically.[/color]

They joined the group just in time to see the infinite knight walk off. A pity, he was certain he would get along with someone who embraced the code of chivalry. He had to make a mental note to talk to the woman later. 

He gave a short chuckle after the poet finished his introduction. He then adjusted his tie slightly as he spoke up.[color=D1c2bf]I am afraid my opening is not quite as extravagant. I am Cyrus Brandon. Let us all get along.”[/color] He showed them a friendly and confident smile as he observed his company. He recognized their faces, but had only heard of a few. He knew he had seen the model somewhere before, and he believed he had heard the violinist’s breakthrough composition before. The rest might as well have been strangers had the bear not bothered to introduce them. He figured they’d return introductions.