[center][color=red][h1]Diana Firebrand[/h1][/color][/center]

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The man in this room didn't seem to be someone to get in a proper fight with. Scorched and cooked insectoid-humanoid bodies littered around him, the smell of ashes and smoke and heat, all of it and the glowing white hot edge of his blade spoke of both skill and a very lethal intent. Diana had a feeling that something might very well happen, just as it had leading up to this point in time. This could be one of the loonies they kept under check until all of this went down, someone who'd say stuff like this (for all she knew) and would kill them all regardless because of some form of paranoia. 

Since to her it didn't seem the rest of the group was going to answer yet...she would try something. Albeit, be ready for battle. She was a bit silly at times, yes, but not outright stupid by any means. 

[color=red]"We're all just mercenaries who got called over here, got locked up here out of the blue by the asshole Warden, and really want to get out of here before those zombie..bug...things kill all of us. Though keeping those things from getting out would be a good idea...and some of the other prisoners already tried to kill us just a minute ago."[/color]

Diana seemed to muse a bit as she spoke to the sword-wielding knight, at least at the end of her speaking. Her crossbow was held close, a bit defensive in nature, but it was nothing more or less than what this night was doing. One could call it perhaps "odd" to just come out with the truth. Albeit, she didn't want to risk anything else at the time. If this guy was too crazy, then...well that was going to be that and they'd have to deal with it. 

She was glad Kris was ok after that last fight, though.