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Barracker's run-down of Mytherian religion was concise and informative.  Zell was glad to have broached the subject.  One could never know when such information would prove useful.  The Englishman's bad leg started aching again, so he flexed it a couple of times in an effort to get it moving a bit - stop the muscles from seizing up.  He drank the last of his willowbark tonic and the pain subsided enough to be ignorable again.  After that, he was content to stew on the concept of The Quinity, in silence, and enjoy the natural beauty of the surrounding area passing them by.  Zell's smile disappeared when Barracker broke the silence.

[Color=Green]“After we visit the hospital and conclude business with The Adventurers Guild, I have an urgent discussion in great need to have with you.  Alone.  So please do not disappear too quickly."[/color]  It didn't take the most energy-sensitive crystal-using hippy to feel the warning in Barracker's voice and stern expression.

"Yeah, no probs," Zell replied, his tone tinged with confusion.  He held Barracker's gaze until the Paladin turned away... it was fucking hard to do so.  Having a vampire look at you the way Barracker was just looking at Zell was pretty damn intimidating.  The vibe had switched so suddenly.  Was Barracker mad at him?  If so, what for?

[i]Da fuck?[/i] Zell thought.

He didn't ponder it very long - couldn't think of anything, didn't want to dwell on it - and blew out a breath as he let any concerns disappear, relaxed and lifted his head to try and track Sil in the sky.  The falcon was pretty easy to distinguish from other birds, when she was in view.  Sil was the biggest badass in the air.  Sure enough, Zell found his smile again.

Aaaaaaaaaand then James took it away.

"Are you. Fucking.  Kidding me," was the response to the fact that Second Chance could not catch a break.  Valhiem under seige!?  "Double-you-tee-eff."

Zell listened to MacKensie and then Adam speak on the matter, half of his attention on Barracker following James to the front of the wagon.

"Maybe Lucy or Clarissa have enough pull to get someone important to listen to us, if we explain it to them? Does that make any sense?”

"Depends on the memories," Zell chimed in, a brief glance at James before resting his eyes on Adam.  "Not to mention; we gotta get in a surrounded city."  Zell bit his knuckle as he thought quickly, but nothing came up.  "We can't do much until we see what we're working with."

...

"Well..." Zell shrugged as he stood in front of the halted wagon, weight on his good foot and his crutch..  "...at least the place ain't toally surrounded with stakes and trenches."  He noticed Barracker was tense.  Of course he was.  This was his hometown.  He gave the man a supportive pat on the back.  Then he turned to James.  "We need to take this slow," he said to Second Chance's leader, but loud enough for everyone to hear.  "Keep a safe distance and stay amongst the hills, but find a spot - off road - closer to the city than this."  Then he looked around at everyone.  "We need a better look.  If the Witch Queen's army is attacking, then we move quickly.  If they're just camping outside the walls, then we should probably wait until nightfall before we make a move."