Jenso nodded at his companions, ripping a piece of cloth from his goldenrod shirt. The shirt fixed itself quickly, as he placed the piece of golden cloth at the door closest to him. [color=f26522]"Good luck, guys...we can do this. Take care of yourselves, alright? When we run into the Order, let's kick their asses!" [/color]Jenso stated confidently, and entered the door in front of him. All of the trumps were people whom he'd respected and trusted. He knew that they could handle themselves.