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[color=6ecff6]"Hey Zell, I wanted to check some things, wanna come? A warning though, they will likely be boring"[/color]

James wasn't lying. Boring was definitely how Zell would've described it.  Still, spending time with James was pretty cool, even if it was boring.  He reminded him of his old friend Alex, although the similarities only came down to that; both were smart-mouthed, brainy and down for the action.  It wasn't much of a resemblance, but it was enough to help with the quiet murmur of homesickness in the pit of Zell's stomach.  James had a good sense of humour and knew how to talk shit.  He was smart enough that Zell could be comfortable being an idiot, knowing his back was covered.  His permanent scowl and general unfriendly demeanour was hilarious seeing as it was a complete misrepresentation of how James actually was.  The Englishman had latched onto the Mexican pretty quickly, their bond forming over the course of the battle with the ogres - an instant chemistry that Zell had instinctively decided was worth his weight in gold.  Perhaps that's just how it was in the heat of battle - emotions and stakes run so high that every action and every feeling was just 100%.

The trip to the tailor had been pretty uneventful. Zell rather liked his attire so he didn't buy any thing.  Besides, money was going to be mostly for drinking.  And maybe a shield.  He already knew a few stances that employed a shield.  A decent parrying buckler would be perfect to keep his speed while providing defence.  There was still the matter of his teleport to contend with.  If he could get that working properly, the possibilities would be endless.


"Damn, bro, is this really what you have to do?" he asked as James sumberged himself in his underwear.  "Glad I'm not a Cleric."

He sat on the riverbank for the duration of the hour, tossing a few stones into the water, while his mind flashed moments of the last two days.

...Of the MacKensie shooting a bolt right by his ear to save him from a skeleton.  [color=Pink][i]"This doesn't mean I like you."[/i][/color]

...Then the two holding eachother on the tree-trunk bridge after Zell almost fell in the gorge.  [i]"That doesn't count. I grabbed the branch."[/i]

...Then them rolling along the ground in eachothers arms, after he'd saved her from the ninja.  [i]"Y-y-you okay?"[/i]

...Then an image of her smirking at him mid-battle, just for good measure.  [color=Pink][i]"Two drinks."[/i][/color]

"What do you expect to find at the temple anyway?" Zell asked loudly, towards the end of the hour.  "Are you part of some special club or something?"

He waited while James got dressed, then walked with him part way to the Temple of The Quinity before telling him that he'll skip the religious pilgrimage.  Going off on his own, he walked to The Mended Drum and managed to book seven rooms on the third floor of the establishment.  Then he left the inn and went to look around the city.