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"Ha! You have got to be kidding me," was Zell's delayed reaction after freezing for a second.  "What are the chances? Small world, ain't it."

So this was Barracker Kassel.  A vampire with a strong handshake, the love of a good woman and a sword that could cut an elephant in half.  Well, after being surprised, Zell found himself more than happy with James' recruitment skills.

[Colour=Green]“I have met with the leader, James."[/colour]

"My best mate, that is.  James is alright. Proper geezer."

[Colour=Green]"I did not know that I would have been meeting another companion until arriving at ‘The Mended Drum’.  What brings you around these parts?”[/colour] 

Zell shrugged and looked around at the serene environment, about to answer that he was just taking in the city, but Barracker drew his gaze with another question, that would require a far more exact answer.

[Colour=Green]“Wait, James said he was not from this world.  How is this even possible?”[/colour]

"Well fuck - have I got a story to tell you, mate.  Pack a lunch and buckle your seatbelt."  And Zell proceeded to explain everything, right from the very beginning.  He started by stamping his complete certainty on the matter, that they had indeed come from a completely different universe.  That there was no such thing as magic in their world, except in works of fiction.  That there were no other species except humans who talk, build tech or create civilisations, in their world.  He explained that some of them had died in their previous life before waking up here, and told Barracker in great detail his memory of his last moments on earth (which actually felt good to get out and crack jokes about.)  He told them about how they apparently crash-landed from Mytherian sky to land in Hommas, how they awoke from large stone coffins with Source crystals already embedded in their hands, and how no one including the town's commander (who was about to arrest them) had any explanation as to how, why or who was the reason for them being here.  And from there he brought Barracker up to date on the party's exploits of the last few days.

It sounded even more ridiculous out loud than it did in his memories.

...

After the rather long tale of the party's first few days in Mytheria, Zell had suggested that they head on over to The Mended Drum together, so they were walking up the street when Zell was deciding whether or not let the vampire know that they should keep their little heart-to-heart just between themselves.  He decided that such a request was not necessary - Barracker didn't seem the type to gossip - but also, he would've looked like a right melt.  Instead, he spoke on a completely different matter.

"Hey Barracker," he started, tapping the man at his side with the back of his hand.  "You know; vampires aren't real in my world.  We just have them in stories and mov- err, theatre productions and stuff.  They're usually pretty scary fuckers, drinking blood and kidnapping women.  There's some pretty-boy teenage-girl's fantasy types.  But there's one vampire that I bloody loved... his name was Blade."  Zell suddenly got animated as he talked, his excitement clear as he regressed about 8-10 years in age, talking about one of his favourite movies of all time.  It actually may have been less than a year since he'd last watched Blade 1 and 2. If memory served, he and the lads may have watched them both on a long and boring night when no one could be bothered to move from the dorm.  "This dude was a total badass. Sunlight didn't affect him, he had a silver sword, a bandoleer of steaks and he hunted the bad vampires to protect humans.  Wore shades, a bullet-proof vest and a trench coat, rode a motorbike.  Kicked the shit outta everyone.  Not to be messed with."

Zell laughed and sighed.  "What. A. Film.  If I could tell my mates I'm now fighting side by side with a badass vampire, they'd be jelly ay-eff, I swear. Ha!"  After that, the englishman inquired about Barracker's recent past.  "So, what have you been up to in your time as an adventurer?  What did you do before this?"