Wow, what a night.


Sneaking into Valheim proved to be more frustrating than anticipated. Not that Adam expected it to be easy to cross a militarized border; he just didn't think that there would be so many close calls. It was fortunate that Second Chance had entered Valheim already, since the memory of that peaceful crossing had helped the Druid create convincing enough plant life to fool the enemies into thinking they weren't there. Maybe James could have healed Fenna's arm and made everything easier, but there had to be a reason he didn't. Adam trusted his judgment. 


Besides, the team was guided to the hospital now, escorted by another team.


That, in of itself, was frustrating for a different reason - Xavier Johnson, self-proclaimed gnome genius Druid of [i]Silver Arrow[/i] and bearer of a curly mustache. He had spent an inordinate amount of time talking to the 18-year old about himself, and once he learned the red-eyed man was also a Druid, the short being fired off a series of questions as if to compare the two of them. He only finished once the fisherman briefly mentioned a friend of his…only to go on about that instead with a tone of obvious skepticism and derision.


“...and so, [i]red-eyes,[/i] it is impossible that someone as skilled as Glee John Artorius would ever associate with Bronze Tier trash like yourself. Frankly, I don't see why Lucy cares about Second Chance at all, but we must [i]all[/i] do what we must.” Twirling his facial hair with a look of smug superiority, Xavier grinned as he concluded his tirade against the newer Druid.


For his part, all Adam did was roll his eyes and walk away from the arrogant caster as the hospital approached. [i]Red-eyes.[/i] Funny, he had been called that once, but it was by Eric and he was doing a silly, exaggerated Brooklyn accent at the time. When the younger brother explained that it was a reference to something called “Yugioh,” the older brother just took his word for it and forgot about it until now. 


Strange how memories can pop up, and stranger still how a simple thing like eye color could be regarded with such suspicion in this world. Annoying, though in the scheme of things less so than things like water ninjas and ogres that want to kill you. With that in mind, Adam went inside the hospital, grateful to be getting healing for his injuries.


And on the way to the Citadel, the Druid started up a conversation with Fenna, grateful to be away from the gnome.


“Thank you for getting that message to Lucy, and for, well, everything you've done for the team so far. How's your arm?”