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"Good to see you're not dead, [i]now where the fuck is my sword?[/i]"

[color=6ecff6]"Yeah dude same"
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He was sure he wasn't meant to hear the second part but Zell hadn't walked far away enough for him to miss it, drawing a snort from him before looking back where the head honcho was now talking with Adam and MacKenzie plus the other two people who went to help with the evacuation.

Perhaps it was the post-battle exhaustion or maybe the feeling of the blessing of Undaya fading but for some reason James didn't feel like saying anything while the rest of the weirdos with crystals on their hands (Fellow abductees?) interacted with the downed Chief cop, instead what came to his mind was the soreness, the hit he took earlier and the strain of dragging Zell's unconscious body was being registered by his mind now that the adrenaline was subsiding.

Rolling his shoulder a few times to get ease his muscles he refocused on the ongoing conversation.

"1000 silver pieces... It's all yours... just please... take that cube - that thing - to the city of Valhiem. North of here... two days travel if you head off the road and into the wild. I trust in your ability to defend it, should the Witch Queen's forces give chase. But you must be swift. You must leave now. There is no time to spare. Our mages and scientists must see that cube. It must reach Capitol City."

That... was a lot to take in, Witch Queen? Valheim? Capitol city? as the others gave their opinions and agreements his mind furiously processed the information, there was likely an open conflict between two(?) factions(?) and the leader of an army of monsters was a woman(?) referred to as the Witch Queen, did they inadvertently choose a side the moment they chose to help defend the town? if so were they in the wrong by doing so? the army seemed pretty evil but then again from a logistic standpoint, it seemed reasonable to send an expendable force to destroy/capture a settlement in order to deny the enemy resources, that and this place seemed medieval so no geneva convention against war crimes, still those were half-assed speculations without taking into account what was likely a more nuanced situation.

He needed more information 

[color=a36209]"Oi, do you mind telling me what the hell is going on? Who was commanding those monsters? And why were they attacking you guys?"[/color]

[color=6ecff6] [i]"Well that is convenient" [/i]
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James watched as the Asian-looking man approached the guard boss, damn the guy was intimidating (A small part of him told him to take notes) and he could see how the guards tensed even so slightly in his presence. He thought that the guy was asking him and the others but he wasn't sure if he was just asking anyone in general, still, this was something he could use. Crouching to be at eye level with the big enchilada he was tempted to give a smile but knowing himself it would come off as a grimace so he settled on his least angry scowl.

[color=6ecff6]"Hey, my name is James and I am with Sicko Sword over there, I would like to help but the last thing I recall I was"[/color] [s]dead[/s] [color=6ecff6]"doing something else and then suddenly I found myself in a stone coffin in a very different place, so I would love if you could offer an explanation for what the [b]fuck[/b] is going on"[/color]

His breath was slightly heavy by the end but he didn't allow his temperament to lash just yet, he really wanted some answers preferably before the next bullshit situation happened.