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Zell couldn't help but notice James' weird reaction to his words.  The cleric looked pretty disinterested in the accounts of the guards, but then seemed to get legit uncomfortable when Zell offered his own guy-broey version of a thanks for having his back.  Hell, he didn't even shake his hand.  The swordsman wasn't offended, just a little surprised.  People's personalities came in all shapes and sizes, after all.  And well... at least he now knew just how to mess with his new friend for shits'n'giggles.

"Ha, gentlemen huh?"  he chuckled.  MacKensie seemed the type to take herself very seriously - nothing wrong with that, of course - an elegant and 'proper' sort.  Princess-y vibes.  It was cool that such a posh girl could have a bit of fun.  "She's alright, that girl," he said, an almost-wistful sigh in his tone.  His eyes widened "?" now it was himself he was surprised at.  He looked and saw James had walked off and probably not even heard him.  Good.  [i]Jesus, Zell, you have [b]one[/b] fight to the death alongside a cutey-pie...[/i]

"No axe, sorry big guy," he said to Joji.

Zell sat down on the end of the log, dropped his rucksack in front of himself and unstrapped the longsword from his back.  He wouldn't be going out to find food either, preferring the option to dine on the rations and provisions Hommas had provided them.  Chasing around squirrels with his sword sounded like it would cost him twice as many calories as he'd get from eating the damn things.  When Adam arrived with fresh fish, Zell cheered and pumped his fist to support Clive's praises.  "Let's go, Adam, with the save."

He'd brought a plate and fork for the cold food he was packing, but it seemed like he'd need it for a nice fish dinner now - maybe even a stew if someone had bothered to pack any of the small pots n pans that were left on offer.  It was actually weird how much could be packed into these rucksacks they'd been given.  Zell found he could barely feel the weight of the goods he'd helped himself too.  He wanted to travel light, but now found himself wishing he'd taken more.  

"Hey Arthur, Lillianna, does fish sound like a treat or what?" he asked cheerfully.