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[color=6ecff6]"I don't know you all but I think they are right"[/color]

It was with those words that he started running towards the group until he caught up with them, they were right on both accounts, it was better to stick together and even better to help the people in need, with some luck the guy in charge may even have a change in heart and decide that they were helpful enough to not throw in the slammer as soon as the situation was resolved, provided they all didn't die in the attempt first.  A part of him was a little suspicious of the thing he did earlier and the [s]whatever-the-fuck[/s] being that allowed him to cast(?) it, but more than that he was grateful that the panic hadn't returned, he almost lost his shit there and that would have likely got him a less than pleasant surprise once he woke up.

[color=6ecff6]"Names James by the way, hope none of us die"[/color]

Oh right, he should tell them about the blessing, it would work best if they knew beforehand they were buffed and that it wasn't permanent, it would suck if one of them assumed that they could act more careless because of it, and then got caught with their pants down when it didn't show. If luck was on his side non of them would ask exactly how he did it (not that he knew how he did it either) but if not he would just straight up tell them he had no idea, voices inside his head and weird trances weren't more difficult to believe than dying and waking up on some other place (hell?) after falling from the sky in a stone coffin.

By God, things were getting weird.

[color=6ecff6]"By the way, I think earlier I did some hocus pocus somehow and got you all buffed, it should last the whole fight but don't expect me to use it again for some time"[/color]