James came out of the Hell's Gate dungeon soaked in blood, with a shitload of loot in his inventory. "Heh...that was a fun test run for my sword..." His only wound was where some dumbass skeleton had hit him in the back with a club, so other than that he was unscathed. He brought up a menu and teleported to where Zaffic and the others were. "So, how's it going?" He was still coated in blood from head to toe. There wasn't a single inch of him that didn't have blood on it. Apparently he had some fun in hell's gate.