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	Jack, but not really Jack, hailed from somewhere in the 20th century – though he wasn’t prepared to inform the rider of that - while Theolan, the rider, was apparently dressed for the Middle Ages. The attire of people in this, the medieval era - and more so the men than the women - normally struck Jack as ridiculous and somewhat amusing, but more in regards to the wealthier folk, and more due the always unexpected eye-popping colours than their old fashioned designs. Theolan was no exception. He wore, as wealthier men often did, a full-length tunic which, due to the man being saddled on a horse, was currently gathered about his waist to expose his lemon yellow knee-length breeches secured by silver ornamental buckles to white skin-tight leggings, which appeared more like smooth and pale skin that led to the distracting shine of his polished black shoes. The tunic, in deliberate contrast, was an extremely deep shade of purple, made from what was probably a hemp-like fabric, and closed about the torso with lightly stained wooden peg buttons. Showing beneath the open V neck of the tunic was a lime-green collarless shirt. There was also an insignia of his initials, MST, embroidered with silver stitching on the left breast pocket of the tunic. 

Feeling the urge to irritate the pompous prick some more, Jack ignored the question - and besides, he didn’t have a convenient lie at the ready.  It was time to get off the ground, though, so he shot to his feet abruptly enough to startle the rider who reached for his sword, then paused, hand suspended just an inch from the hilt while he watched Jack straighten his jacket and give himself a light dusting off. Jack was careful, however, not to turn and bend on such an angle that would cause his jacket to lift and expose the gun tucked in his belt. It wasn’t that Theolan would have recognised the Glock as an actual weapon, but Jack in no way wanted to encourage the curiosity of the dinosaur any more than he already had. In fact, he really just wanted the guy to ride on, because he required some time alone to think, search for his duffel bag, and prepare for his stay in this world. 

‘You haven’t seen a black duffel bag around here, have ya?’ Asked Jack, eyes searching the dirt road and nearby undergrowth. It was unusual for his bag not to make the journey with him, but it [i]was[/i] fairly common for the bag to end the journey in a different location, yet not too far away. It was nevertheless imperative that he find it before anyone else did, that is, if they hadn’t already. 

‘A what, did you say?’ Theolan said, looking quizzically around. He appeared to be rather disturbed that he may have missed an import item lying about. 

‘It’s fine.’ Jack was glad that the rider hadn’t seen it. He clapped his hands together, pouched his lips in a blasé manner. ‘But if you don’t mind pissing off now, Theo, I’d like to tend to my business. Thanks for all your concern, though.’

Theolan was genuinely shocked by this, mouth gaping in astonished horror for an annoyingly calculated amount of time, and finally thought of what he believed to be an adequate affront before departing. 

‘I merely feel it my duty to assist the impoverished whenever I can,’ he said, and rode off slowly as he concluded the insult, ‘be them at times a lost cause, it seems.’