The young Shield Hero nodded towards the one holding the Spear just as he had to the Sword when he had been addressed. He had not tried to ignore him but his question had been more pressing.
 
Fer listened to the King’s assurances and nodded his understanding of the situation. He took a deep breath as his path was now clear before him. The prospect of going home gave him a resolution that would be one tracked and as solid as stone. His voice was clearer and his face lifted to meet the young King.
 
“I understand King Vincent” His voice carried without fear or doubt. “Your people did tell me about having to help but did not know for sure if I would be able to return. I will do everything I can to help you but I ask with all respect and hope that once my time is over if you can help be return. I must return” The last part was said in a lower tone. His mind suddenly was flooded with memories of his sister. He had failed to protect his younger brother and he did not want to let his sister down. 
 
The jewel on his left hand glowed and swirled with colors for any that were paying attention to see. The young Shield Hero’s recollections were interrupted by the one holding the sword. Fer turned towards the young man. His mention of being from a world like his struck his curiosity. Why had he said a world LIKE his? The brows on Fer furrowed into concern. He had thought that he was the only one. If he was not, he would have believed that all would have been summoned from the same place.
 
He lifted his eyes towards the ceiling as he tried to remember the name of the person that had been asked of him. He had very little knowledge of items out of his immediate mountain cluster of rebels but once or twice he had been sent as a spy and messenger to the cities that had been occupied by American troops which were helping the rebels against the Socialist Government. His voice was unsure as he replied “Regen? Reguan? I am sorry I don’t know how to say it.”
 
Then he replied on a more sure tone equally meeting each of the two men. “I do not know how I am here but I will help. This seems like a dream but I don’t think it is. I will do my best to help because I have to return to where I am from. I will need help to understand how to help because I only know very little of places like this from movies or pictures.”  He extended a hand in the customary gesture of greeting first to the Spear and he would shift it to the Sword once and if the first one took it.  “I am Fernando but you can call me Fer if you wish.”  He had heard
 
The young man knew that if he was to succeed on ending this war/conflict then he would need to get all the help he could get, all the training he could get, and all the equipment he could get. He was used to working with less but based on what he had seen, funds were available to not have to do without.