[i]“You guys are still roleplayers, right?”[/i] said the shapeshifting man.

The man's question struck Nautilus somehow. It wasn't that easy to tell the difference between a non-powered character and a roleplayer, but this man just could identify the roleplayers quickly. The last time he changed his mind was when a tall man wearing glasses about as thick as him somehow knew that he was a roleplayer, His mind was still struggling hard to cope with the man's sentence that he didn't remember that he was accompanying a man younger than him until the youngster fell to the ground after tripping over a log, after which he quickly helped the young man to get back up and after that, he faced the shapeshifting man. It took a quarter of a minute before he responded to the question.

"Yes, it is, and it seems we are no more than political tools here!" he said, hoping that he didn't get his ideas lost in translation when he spoke that sentence in English. "We are tools of the power struggles in this land in the middle of nowhere! Before this there was a wolf speaking and claim... Wait," Nautilus continued, but suddenly stopped as he started gaining the lost memories after saying the last couple of words. "Wait, wait, wait..." he attempted to buy time for his memories to arrange itself properly, and also holding the youngster, preventing him from running without his approval. He then looked at the shapeshifting man in black again. "Have I seen you before? Do I know you?"