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The hand holding the stone sword loosened slightly and the desiccated head tilted to one side, as if in surprise or thought. Maybe both. It was clear now that those present, and perhaps anyone that he might now meet, might not take kindly to his appearance.

After a moment of absolute stillness he looked down at the dart that struck over his heart, ignoring those present for a moment. It's form reminded him of a bolt from a crossbow, which might have been an inconvenience. But this seemed to be a pointless weapon, the impact having gone almost unnoticed.

"Where is this place?"

Tool repeated the question and looked at the shield raised by the Heavy. With a slow, thoughtful motion he reached out with his free hand and touched the shield. He did not sense any Warren, Elder or otherwise that could have created it. The barrier was simply there, alien and unknown. He spread out his hand against the shield and turned his empty eye sockets towards Reinhardt's face.

"And who are you, that would bear arms against one that has offered you no battle?"

[@Raineh Daze][@VitaVitaAR]