[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff4500]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/22945f0b-6aea-4f8b-ba58-8e3c2790d559.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=ff4500][b]Location:[/b][/color] Soulless Fade Between
[color=ff4500][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr]

        Cairo, 1920s, but they sounded American. Russian Empire, and sounded like it; spoke fluent enough English. The ones before were from his time, taken from the American Midwest though it wasn't their origin, most of them. And he didn't want to assume anything about their initial guide, Kyra. She looked like something out of a Hobbit movie, but even more anachronisically, she knew about Keystone. Maybe the big Brit was around here someplace too, and they'd had some favorable association. That was a frightening thought; favorable association with Keystone. 

        Back to point, all of these different people from different eras and locations, and despite his imposing  demeanor no one was making a move on him. They were scared. Confused, like he was. Okay, they were not an immediate threat. Caesar still completed his action of unsheathing one of his machetes, but he made no motion of an otherwise aggressive nature. Caesar made a noise that fell somewhere in the vicinity of both a growl and a sigh, and took a greater eye to his surroundings. 

        He generally ignored the insistence of the one lady that she didn't want to get shot or stabbed. Who did? Immaterial unless he was intent on doing this to her. And if he did, her wants on the issue were probably going to be secondary to an attacker's desire to make with the stabbing. Likewise, he put no additional attention to the guy trying to get a rise out of the Russian and then turning his back on the guy. Unwise, in his experience. But no one was dead yet. This was a good sign. 

        So let's try a different approach. [color=ff4500]"A local girl... pointed me to the Chthonic Groves and someone named Proserpine. Does that mean anything,"[/color] He paused for a moment to observe the people in his immediate area, wither scurrying about or standing there doing nothing, [color=ff4500]"to any of you?"[/color] His words carried an edge, but were otherwise softer and more inquisitive. It was probably the most polite he had been all day.