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Eyes squeezed shut, shoulders bouncing with muted laughter, Zell could barely contain himself at MacKensie's reaction.  When she corrected the record about who saved who, Zell relented and nodded in confirmation to Lillianna.  He almost felt bad, it was just too easy.  "I owe you a drink for that."

MacKensie and Adam provided some explanation for the situation and Zell tacked on, "Yeah.  You should come with.  If nothing else, at least we know we can handle ourselves if any more skellies or ogres show up." Subconciously, he rubbed the bump on the back of his head.  It was pretty sore.  "And if we don't get answers in Valhiem, we'll keep looking until we find them."

...

After taking a leak in some bushes out of sight, Zell emerged from the alleyway near the river, muttering to himself.  "One guy gets plant magic, another's covering monsters in ice.  James is out here blinding people.  I get: A sword.  Sounds super fair."

At the river, a couple of townguards were filling waterskins, chatting about the battle.  Zell decided to go over.

"You guys should be demanding overtime, huh," he said.  Both guards looked at him puzzled and he realised that such a concept might not exist in this world.  "Rough battle," he tried instead.

"It was," the taller one replied.  "I honestly thought the Commander would die in my arms, such was his wounds.  But the Cleric came just in time with his healing magic."  The guard suddenly realised who he was talking to. "Saved you too, as I understand it."

Zell was taken aback.  "Who me?"

The shorter guard chimed in.  "Yes.  Dragged your unconcious body from goodness knows where, to the safety of our formation.  Then used his magic on the Commander to stop him bleeding out."

"And I would likely have died to the Armoured Ogre without his help," added the tall one.

"Who's the Cleric?" the swordsman asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"One of you. We do not know his name.  He carried a staff.  And an angry scowl."

Zell's eyes lit up.  That could only be, "James.  No way."  So James saved him from possibly being mauled while he was unconcious.  And he had healing magic.  Looks like he owed [i]someone else[/i] a drink too.  "Why'd you call him a Cleric?  What's that?"

Both seemed unsure of themselves, but the shorter one spoke.  "We just assumed that is his Adventurer Class.  Cleric's are mages who specialize in healing magic and Godly blessings.  He could well be another class of magic user - we are not knowledgeable of such things, in truth."

"Hmmm."  Zell was intrigued.  "So what else can you tell me about these classes?"