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It was Icarus who answered the question. Not with his voice, but with a hand. He pointed toward a stone arch that seemed to have some stairs behind it. Then, without looking back to see or care how Rozalind or Herbert felt, he began a quick march out of the room, through the archway, and up the dark steps. 

Rozalind, meanwhile, wanted to argue with the man carrying her along. She liked to argue... No... She didn't like to... It was her nature... Yet, now, she didn't have the strength for it. She clenched her jaw instead. That was all.

[@Viridity][@The Bearded One][@Konan375]

"That would be meeeee." Twain twirled around and stuck his hands in his pockets. "The one in charge, that is." He was addressing John now. "I think that is a fair trade. We are in this together, after-all. Stuck under the snow... Caused by a dragon? An Ice dragon?" Twain hadn't seen the beast, but he didn't discount its existence, his eyes glittered with curiosity. 

Vata, whom Twain had spent at least a little more time with, was looking flustered. Twain walked to him, leaning a comforting hand upon the younger mans shoulder... Vata would notice that hand was [i]incredibly[/i] cold.

"That was just some good 'ol fashioned necromancy. Nothing to be concerned about... Other than the fact that I've disturbed most all the evidence... At the time our lives seemed a little bit more important. Don't you think?" He smiled and put his hand back in his pocket. "Necromancy is the magical art of... of... [i]the dead.[/i] I didn't have much time and all I had was bones, so, I made a bone shield." He shrugged, as if it were nothing, and began to pace the now-mostly-cleared out floor. 

"I think we can do better than just exchange information." He addressed John and the other non-TRIDENT members assembled. "I think we can [i]really[/i] help one another [i]survive.[/i]" He clicked his fingers. "If I've got it all right, none of you have any memory of your coming here, nor any idea where you are... And most importantly... How to get the hell out. If we work together, as friends, we can find a way out of here. Then [i]my people[/i], the organization I work for, can help you... We have a lot of connections and resources..."

"Plus, seeing as I just recycled all the evidence." He pointed to the bone-dome-ceiling "[i]You[/i]..." He gazed about meeting the eyes of each stranger in turn. "... You, remembering or not, are pretty much the only hope any of us have of figuring out what has happened here... And what it all [i]means...[/i]"