[b][i]Flame Brooks[/i][/b]

Flame quite liked 'Father Whiskey' precisely [i]because[/i] the latter still thought this wasn't real; that actually made him more affable and less irritating than Alistair, who - and he hated to admit it - had some good ideas and was a take-charge person. Plus, the guy's petty and mean rivalry with his would-be killer (or was it former killer given the time reset?) distracted him from potentially using Flame as a verbal or physical punching bag. Placing his hand over his chest, Flame couldn't help but think of Ashton; he knew that his love was in this world and had probably died and revived as well. [i]I have to get back to Ashton. I have to save him.[/i]

As he followed Alistair, Flame experienced another taste of fear as he saw the Dire Wolf (?) barrelling past them and onto the room where the Knights were. Gaping, he said unless someone stopped him, [b]"That was a Dire Wolf! A glowing Dire Wolf! And no, I don't watch Game of Thrones or read the books!"[/b] Breathing a little, he turned towards Alistair, then the room they were in. Giving a slight bow of respect to the arrogant man, Flame swallowed his dislike once more and said, [b]"You got us through the corridors safely; thank you."[/b]

One should note that he was half-expecting Alistair to take the mirror with him as they continued through this forsaken building. Nevertheless, Flame chastised himself for feeling fear, even as he grudgingly conceded that, for all his arrogance and posturing, Alistair had a few good qualities. A few.

[b][i]Ashton Andrews[/i][/b]

The Scandinavian woman chose to run away. The Japanese kid had resigned himself to death, and was sipping tea. The Asian-American who had admitted to attempting suicide was the most proactive of them all; had he found new energy and determination from his brushes with death? Nevertheless, Ashton would tell his would-be protector as the latter dragged him out of potential danger: [b]"I'll come with you, let me go!"[/b], before joining his efforts to pull the other kid away from certain death. [b]"Please,"[/b] the young man said to Kimura as he pulled at him again, [b]"We can find a way out of this; so don't pull away!"[/b] 

A goofy grin at that as he continued to pull Kimura and add his strength to Aaron's efforts. Ashton tried to ignore the odd looks; Flame was better at dealing with hostility than he was. He complimented Aaron, [b]"Your plan worked. By the way, can I have your name and the other person's now?"[/b]

Then they were interrupted by someone else. Interrupted by a very short woman who showed obvious markings of wealth, as well as a cloth-covered spear like in some Anime he had watched. Either an aristocrat, a retainer, or an Adventurer who had hit the jackpot, if D&D was right. Not that he'd ever played D&D; just knew of it from internet forums.

A pause to measure his response to the young woman's query, [b]"To be honest, no, we don't know of a Mistress Vertti, my good woman. We have just newly come to this city in... Strange circumstances. Possibly kidnapped."[/b] [i]Kidnapping is one way to describe what Lord Talus has done to us all.[/i] [b]"We don't know our assilants, all we know is that we've been taken here for unknown reasons."[/b] Another pause. [b]"That said, it may be that your 'Mistress Vertti' has been taken by the same person who kidnapped me and my friends or otherwise involved in this mystery. So we request permission to see if we can help you look for her."[/b]