Ignoring the new comer, Zaccar stepped forth pulling out a piece of cloth that on it held an image of a woman holding a child. He had no idea who the woman was, only that he awoke with it in his hand. The faces of the woman and child were smudged, as if they were melting in a creepy sense. Blood splatted on the piece of parchment as well as ash. He placed the image down amongst the other items the others had placed and stepped down the stairs getting on his horse, Tupaka and heading over to where Mono was, awaiting to get moving and begin this new quest. How hard could it be? 
He thought to himself ,I've faced monsters, monsters these fools would not know of unless they came from the lands I came from. A few colossi shall merely be another task of destroying evil lives that needed to be put down.
Though as he thought this, his mind also thought about Dormin, what was he? Another monster perhaps? If so then why did he need these colossi destroyed to regain power, did they take it and if so why? Was there a reason? So many questions with no means of answering them.