Alvios sighed in relief; the tension in the room and the trip down memory lane were stressful enough, at least now he didn't have to worry about Jenso not believing him. He knelt down and picked his sword back up. [color=mediumorchid]"Thank you for understanding. However, there's two problems with your plan. One, I have no idea where these creatures come from. They seem to just crawl out of the ground and ocean sporadically. Two, well, standard political issues. Apollo has supposedly better things to do than talk to the 'commoners' unless he's giving some speech."[/color]

     Alvios paused for a moment, sizing Jenso up, before a sly smirk spread across his face. [color=mediumorchid]"...Unless someone from the place supposedly filled with bandits showed up and started saving lives. He'd want nothing more than to sweet talk you into keeping your mouth shut."[/color] Alvios stood up, strapping his sword back to his waist properly. [color=mediumorchid]"You're right. Let's have a word with the head of the town."[/color]