Mark kept his body motionless and quiet as he listened to what the lyrical voice was saying. Kill or be killed? He thought and then smiled into the sand. "Shut it for a moment." He said callously, slowly clambering into a standing position. "I don't suppose you got a ciggie' do ya?" He asked irritably. It was one thing for him to wake up, and entirely another thing to wake up without a cigarette in his hand and a beer in the other. He brushed off his mucky clothes as if they would be much cleaner without the sand, a harmless habit but entirely useless.
"Looks like we have some business to attend to. I ain't one to be the intelligent guy but she said there might be something around us that might help. I say we make a quick search of some sort and head into that big ass castle and figure out where the hell we are." He spoke surely with his raspy voice. "Oh and these." Mark pulled out the tape recorder and his card and hit the play button listening to the tape as he started skimming over the ground and around the area for anything that might be of use.