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It was the stone then, not the carvings, that caused that strange, electric sensation. Isidore pocketed the shard as he strode towards the mountainside building. He had briefly entertained the idea of breaking off a couple more shards from the black slabs, but held off from it. They appeared to have been untouched for a good while, after all. There would be opportunity to backtrack at a later time and collect more of them if need be.

And indeed, greater sights caught his attention. The warden of the prison finally revealed itself, yet another fantastical creation in a world that had already defied his understanding of reality three times over. Rather than the hilariously obese wardens that his men often mocked over beer and cigarettes, this was a monster that could cow even the most hardened individual. A giant of stone, whose footfalls caused the earth to quake. Though Isidore had always been of the belief that a sufficiently powerful gun would suffice as a brutal but efficient end to any man-made problem, the gun he’d need for this situation…most likely wouldn’t exist back in his old world either.

Not one that he could hold in his two hands, at least.

The colossus ran a different direction, however, and as its form disappeared behind the building, the dark haired youth spotted three others. Two normal human beings, a petite Asian and a baby-faced Caucasian, as well as another individual with strange ears. He wasn’t so out of touch with modern trends that he couldn’t recognize a furry when he saw one, but still, it was beginning to become somewhat uncanny now, how many incredibly beautiful women existed. Isidore couldn’t help but let a small smile surface. Before he got ahead of himself, however, he slipped back around the corner, avoiding detection. They were certainly more well-armed than his own group; until Augusta could confirm their capabilities with her blessed eyes, he had no intention of initiating communication.

And she seemed to require his presence regardless, judging by the tone of her voice.

Striding over to the woman, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder, prepared to steady her or push her aside at any sign of something truly dangerous manifesting from the black slab. [b]“There’s three others around the corner. A girl, a boy, and a fox-eared woman,”[/b] he said. [b]“They are armed with two swords to our one. A stone golem ran off to the side as well, in the opposite direction that we walked in. Nick, guard our back and give a sign if they’re approaching. Augusta, if something useful is gleaned from this, don’t share this knowledge so readily. It's leverage.”[/b]