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Clive planted a hand on Vadim's shoulder after the dust settled, a smile on his face "[color=F1B338]Well look on the bright side partner, least ya had some help.[/color]" the Texan chuckled, giving the gruff man a hard pat on the shoulder as he turned to Fenna.

"[color=F1B338]Miss, how bout we see that we get ourselves ready fer a long journey. And uh..[/color]" the farmer turned to look at the last coffin briefly "[color=F1B338]I reckon somebody better help the poor individual what just fell from the heavens.[/color]" nonchalantly gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb towards the coffin Clive chuckled, poor person arrived a bit late it seemed.

Clive didn't think too much about what the frenchman had said about dying, sure they all seemed to have ended up here before something tragic done gone and happened but it was a bit strange he ended up blacking out on a hot day working the fields.

Surely some silly sunlight hadn't done him in? He shook his head, brushing the thought aside for now. Besides, he'd rather be ignorant of the facts than dwell on them. He was here right now, and that's all what mattered.