Morgan turned again with a start when the other man the beind had circled addressed him. At least, the assumed there was a man under the mask and cloak. A foreign and strange-looking weapon hung at his side by a strap, and a motley asortment of gear was supported by the pack on his back. With his hood down, Morgan could see that the stranger had long red hair, not differing too much from his own auburn mane. If he imagined the mask as a knight's helm, he could see the two of them being not so different from one another.

"Hail and well met," Morgan greeted the other man, recognizing at the very least a fellow warrior. "I am Ser Morgan Selwyn, of... Well, I am not so sure that matters any more. Since we all evidently arrived together, I can only assume we share a lack of knowledge of this land." Looking around while he spoke, Morgan studied the decaying situation around the seafarer for a moment before turning his gaze to the horizon and the village he could barely see. "I was hoping that... whatever that was would be able to tell me about this place, but it seems we have been left to our own devices. I intend to visit yon settlement and see what I can learn."

Top of the hill. Clifford had been pushed all the way back up, and when he'd made it there, he discovered what had been making all those roaring sounds.

A chimera.

Of all things.

Clifford's good eye widened as he turned his head, still moving, watching the chimera stamped the ground, glaring at a young woman further down the knotted hill @bcc, and an armored one who was looking to stand up to it @Densoro. The lion growled, and the snake hissed. It was ready to pounce at any moment. He and it were close, but its attention was still averted towards the women.

Clifford, half panicking, made a move. He lunged away and grabbed a loose, sizable branch from off the ground, kicked up by the chimera. He quickly regained his stance and started swinging the branch at the fiery being still following him, who wasn't so much threatened by the measly thing as it was annoyed. It waved a few of its four hands, smacking the branch away with surprising force, and igniting it in the process.

The moment the branch was aflame, Clifford turned and ran a bit towards the chimera. Steps away he arced his shoulder and, best as he could, tossed the branch at the lion's head. And he immediately took off running back down the hill in the direction he'd started, as the chimera whipped its two heads around to focus on the being of fire, roaring again.

Clifford prayed the two would focus on each other while he, and the women ahead of him, made a run for it.

The original group was still by the place they'd all woken up. Clifford wasted no time bounding towards, and then straight past them, in the direction of literally anything else that was as far away from all this madness as possible.

Christ, he needed a breather.

@LizLegend@ariplotter@Bishop

The girl, or woman, or whatever she was classified as, pushed Caleb's rifle down, while the bandit, or whatever she was, said that she wasn't a bandit. Then another person asked about what we knew about here and what was the last thing we remembered doing. "Fine, I won't shoot her then." he said to the person I though had been threatened "If you're not a bandit then then what are you?" he asked the formerly though bandit, then turned to the new man. "Bishop, I'm pretty sure everyone but that fire thing that just disappeared knows absolutely nothing about what this place is, and last thing I remember was falling to sleep on my bed. So there you have it, try and find out what this place is." Caleb said, then lowered his rifle fully, suddenly feeling pain from bullet that had grazed him... last night? "Ugh, stupid raiders." he muttered, lowering himself to the ground for a breather.

Valencia Tempest
The Quick-witted Pirate with a Gentle Heart

*****

Valencia relaxed, but only slightly. Now that the clearest and most urgent dangers were easing down, she felt as though she could begin to get a feel for the lay of the land and the interesting group of characters around her. Reluctantly, she shoved her cutlass back into its strap upon her hip.

“I am a sailor,” she told the man who had been so sure she was a bandit. “A traveler, if you will. Not a bandit, and not a brigand. I go where the ocean takes me; though I must admit I never expected my travels to bring me to a place like this. I’m called Valencia Tempest,” she told them, also answering the questions of the other man who had introduced himself. “And I was adrift in a storm at sea before I awoke here.” Valencia watched as the gunman lowered himself to the ground for a moment, and she noticed that he seemed to be in pain. Since he was no longer a threat, she waited for the young woman to introduce herself, and glanced instead at Bishop.

“You’re injured,” she pointed out, nodding to the medium-sized cut upon his elbow. “Did some foul creature attack you? I don’t doubt that there may be more unnatural beings in this dream-like world.” Her gaze drifted over to where the flaming spirit had left a scorched mark of its presence. The knight and the other man, covered in many layers and yet unhooded, stood there, conversing. The knight had warm brown hair and a well-structured face. His visage reminded her of Nils…

Valencia felt her heart skip a beat. No. Of all the times to think of that rascal, this may well be the worst. Nils had been the only man to ever hold her interest for more than a moment—not that she would ever have admitted that to him—and had been incredibly adept at sparking both her temper and her heartbeat. He’d been too rash and nearly got Valencia killed, and they’d parted on bad terms, but he somehow always crossed her mind at the most inconvenient moments. Still… from afar, the armored man could almost have been his brother.

Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from the knight, wondering who he might be, and resumed her usual pithy demeanor, waiting for Bishop’s reply while also remaining alert to the possibility of another dangerous situation drawing near. She had no way of knowing what could be lurking in the shadows, and hoped her cutlass, her skills in combat, and her swift feet would be enough to save her skin if another, more hostile supernatural creature engaged them.

@Bishop @LizLegend @jordy0403 @FateWeaver

-" Must've happened when that creature burned the place I was standing at. Just a small cut, give it a day or 2 and it will vanish, nothing to worry about"-Bishop replied @ariplotter although instead of pain he felt another sensation, like a small void in his elbow part, although nothing major like not being able to lift his arm or something, his elbow was a little shaky,
-"Right, our first priority is to discover anything we can about this place, there is the chance that we might be here for a while if we're not teleported yet again. So finding some drinkable water would be nice for starters."-he said @jordy0403 @ariplotter @LizLegend while holding his hand above his forehead for a better view, noticing a river ,to the opposite direction of where that flamie figure appeared, followed by a forest and barely making the outline of a small town nestled at the foot of the jagged mountains. Thinking of a town filled with fire elementals wasn't making the idea of going there for food and information any more attracting, although there was the chance that there might be people like us. Maybe drinking from the river? Was the water even gonna be drinkable? Still not that thirsty to be the first to try. And why was that flaming goro atronach even standing there in the first place? Did he bring us here? Was he standing guard over a specific area that we shouldn't come across? Or is its goal to keep us here until someone/something arrives?
On further deduction, reaching the river before that flaming elemental reaches us must at least slow it down or hopefully stop it completely from chasing us.
-"I can make a small town further down past the river and forest. My bets are that if we make it past the river we should at least slow the flaming elemental a bit or hopefully stop it completely from chasing us. Since it doesn't want to communicate or anything we can't just wait here doing nothing."-while he was speaking @jordy0403 @ariplotter @LizLegend he saw the scarred-face guy running past him toward the direction where the elemental was first seen. As he originally started running because he saw the elemental, the fiery being must have followed him again and he changed directions to avoid him, again. Our best chance to make a run for it would be when the elemental goes after him again.
-"We should take a chance when the flaming being goes after the running guy again. He can't be in 2 places at once and while he is distracted chasing after him we can make a run for it past the river towards the town where we have the most chances of finding any information about our current predicament. However if the elemental catches up to us we must all split up, that way at least the majority can escape and we all know our meeting location, outside the entrance to the town."-Bishop said to @jordy0403 @ariplotter @LizLegend while also notifying the knight @fateWeaver and the other masked guy @BillSomething.
-"We can also join with the 2 girls @Densoro @bcc that went into the woods and share the plan with them".

Hearing of the knight's intention to visit the village prompted Cronus to pick up his binoculars to see if there where any activity but before he did he told Sir Morgan of his own name "The name is Cronus Hades and you're assumption is correct Sir Morgan" Cronus answered simply and followed Sir Morgan's gaze to locate the aforementioned village, it didn't take long until for his own gaze to spot the village.

Cronus took a hold of the binoculars and through them, he could see little to no activity in the little village though that didn't remain long as he could see lights being turned on in a number of houses "I can see light"

"It seems that the village is inhabited Sir Morgan its likely they could have answers" @FateWeaver

Clifford was starting to feel somewhat secure now. Looking behind him, no one was in pursuit. Not those people, or that fiery visage, or the chimera. Coast looked clear, so amid the hilly plain he was running through, he stopped and leaned forward.

Panicked, half-gurgling breaths traveled in and out his face wound. Heart was pounding, arm still stung a bit from the bruise, but it was dying down well enough. Cliff stood back upright and scanned the area around him. The mountains in the distance, the forest just a short walk away, everything. It was all unfamiliar, alien to him. Back on Earth he'd been around nothing but white desert sands and clear blue skies for the longest time. He was sleeping in a tent the same as his fellow men, and then he was just...

Here.

Where was here? It wasn't in the same continent, that was for sure. Not even on the same planet with chimeras and fiery elementals wandering around.

Was he too abrupt in running from that crowd? He had an inkling they were in the same position as him, so they wouldn't know anything, but-

_{"I spy! With my little eye!"}

Shouting. In the distance.

Clifford turned his head. Over the nearest hill, five men rode on horseback, galloping straight towards where he stood. They were wrapped in leathers and beast hides, well armed with iron and oak alike. They began whooping like jackals as they neared.

"Get him!"

Clifford turned and began running once more. But the fatigue was already getting to him. He was no match for the speed of the horses. The riders began twirling knotted ropes in the air, riding past him and lashing them at his feet. He fell forward, into the grass, and desperately attempted to regain himself.

One of the assailants practically leapt off his horse and jumped around Clifford. "Yeah! YEAH!" He called out, brandishing a wooden club and striking Clifford's leg with it. Another swift blow to the head, and he was out cold, lying on the grass. The other assailants joined in.

"Get the rope! We're taking this one to camp!"

"Look at the gob on this one... like a rotten fuckin' apple."

"He don't gotta be pretty, he just gotta be useful."

"That he does! Now get the GODDAMN ROPE."

Seeing the scarred-face guy running out of sight and still no sign of the elemental chasing him. The thing was gone! Or hopefully preoccupied with something. Bishop issued all the others @jordy0403 @ariplotter @LizLegend @FateWeaver @BillSomething to get a move on because this seemed like the best moment to do so. This was their cue to leave. Now the group would either follow after the scarred-face guy, assured that the road ahead was safe, meaning the elemental wouldn't follow them, or they would hurry for the village past the river. Waiting in place was always an option. Either way, Bishop didn't waste any time leaving, with or without the others.

While Cronus took a moment to peer through a device that looked like nothing so much as a double-spyglass, albeit shorter than any spyglass Morgan had ever seen, the knight returned his sword to its scabbard. For the moment, the only commotion had been one of the figures returning, only to continue on in the other direction. As he approached, Morgan could see that the man's visage was twisted and scarred. The man did not stop, and as he ran through the group Morgan caught the turn of the seafarer's head back to those around her. One man among them seemed to be attempting to take charge of the situation, but that seemed to be of little concern to the pair standing several yards away.

"It seems that the village is inhabited Sir Morgan its likely they could have answers." The words brought Morgan's attention back around to the village, and he smiled.

"At least we are not alone here. Shall we go see what answers they may have in store together then? I'd not look forward to traveling alone in this place. If that being of flame was any indication, there are threats here I have never imagined."

@Billsomething

@FateWeaver "Lets, it will be pleasant to have someone travel along for once" Cronus nodded and placed the binoculars between his many folds of cloth before speaking once again "and If we go now, then i believe we will make it before nightfall" he pulled his hood back up before heading towards the village alongside Sir Morgan

Following the man, Bishop, Caleb took the chance to try and find out more about his fellow abductees. "So, what did you do before you were here?" He asked, directed mainly at Bishop but also anyone else who might be following. "I'm Caleb Biezen, lived in a giant desert my whole life. Before this, obviously. What is this stuff anyway?" He gestured to the growth surrounding them.

@Bishop[@Anyone following Bishop]

@jordy0403
-"I'm Bishop as I introduced myself earlier. Well I mostly lived a quiet and honest life enjoying the simple things that life had to offer and always trying to avoid any trouble."- he said while continuing towards the destination.
-"This must be the flora of this place. Very different from anything I've ever seen. Since we don't know which is poisonous and which is edible it's best not to rub your skin against any. Wait, I see now... Since you haven't seen any vegetation in your life before, this coming from growing in a desert, of course you're wondering. Well quick summary in 3 words on what this stuff is mainly used for: decoration, edible and air-cleansing. Some plants might have healing properties while other have poisonous ones. Flora makes up the world, it makes it alive. Without it, life on a planet would be nigh impossible."- Bishop explained as he kept walking. Hearing the clank of metal and the sound of steel clashing coming from somewhere in the dense forest he assumed to be the armored woman.

Valencia Tempest
The Quick-witted Pirate with a Gentle Heart

*****

Valencia folded her arms across her chest. Bishop had some good ideas, but she wasn’t sure she liked his tone, or the thought of following him around like some helpless young maid.

Her stubbornness got the better of her, and she stayed rooted to the spot, watching as the two men walked off toward the river. The handsome knight and the cloaked man appeared to be heading toward the distant village, and the man who had rushed past them all was running in a third direction.

“What do you intend to do?” she asked her remaining companion, the girl in strange garb. “As much as I hate seeking assistance, any locals might be the only scallywags who can give us some bloody answers. It may at least be more safe than traipsing into the wild forest, where more creatures could be waiting.” Valencia didn’t add that she hated the claustrophobic feeling of close-grown vegetation with hardly a glimpse of the sky above. Give her open waters and windy sea spray, and she was happy; or as close to happiness as she could be, with the kind of life she led.

Valencia extended a hand to the girl, offering a handshake. “Valencia Tempest, if you didn’t hear when I was telling that gun-toting blackguard. My apologies for drawing my blade so suddenly—I’m sure you understand why. It appears we both know nothing of this place or how we arrived. Truce?” she asked warily.

@LizLegend

"So who should we sell him to? Jolly Gutters is always buying, y'know."

"Jolly Gutters, that devious cunt! He buys everyone, dirt cheap! Uses them for those ridiculous sacrifices of his."

"Okay, fine. What about the Bastard of the Wilds? Or Madame?"

"The Bastard only wants nonhumans, idiot. Madame, though... well, this one's not pretty to look at, but- ah! Look!"

"Our bounty's waking up."

Clifford's vision slowly returned to him. Two lightly armored figures stood before him, one wrapped in a ragged cloak, the other donning a wolf's head over his own. He felt his hands bound by rope, hoisted up on a wooden post. He was seated on the ground, the thick fabrics of a tent surrounding him. The wolf-clad bandit smiled.

"Had a nice nod-off, did ya?" He asked, "Another stranger from on high waking up in one of our fields."

The cloaked one added, "Doesn't matter where you were before. You're here now, and you're gonna get used to it. Once we figure out who you're gonna go to, that is."

"Right, that!" The wolf-clad one exclaimed, approaching Clifford and hovering above him. "So go ahead and keep drowsing. We won't be keeping ya here long, after all."

Clifford could just feel the son of a bitch smiling behind that mask.

The wolf-clad bandit marched out of the tent, with the cloaked one following shortly afterward, leaving Clifford to his own devices - the post, the rope, and the tent all.

The panicking had ended. Now, he had to think.

Robyn became a little wary when Bishop popped up and asked people their names and background. It was only natural since where she came from you're supposed to be cautious every stranger you come across, and you don't give them full trust either. Cause either one, they'll double cross you, or two, you wind up dead. Same difference, though. It was survival of the fittest to the maximum. Although from what Robyn was or is hearing it's possible that the people around her currently aren't from where she's from. Either way, Robyn would never know. The unpredictable would always follow her and...her...group...

...

The group!! Where are they?! Were they brought here too?!

As the thought zoomed into Robyn's mind her head couldn't help but perk up in a flash to the realization. She glanced frantically from place to place at the environment, again, before pacing a couple small steps and spotting the far off village that most of the men were heading off to. If the group was dropped off here like Robyn and the people around her, they would at least be smart enough to go there. At least Henry would lead them there.

Henry; the practical dad of the group(Robyn's survival group), and maybe even the leader. Knows his wisdom and hella smart too. Always taking everyone into consideration.

Robyn's hasty deep thought and short reminiscence was broken when the pirate, Valencia, spoke to her again. Robyn turned towards her, just noticing that her heart had been starting to race from her recent thoughts thus having to make her concentrate a little bit on her breathing for a brief couple of seconds. Robyn listened to Valencia's words, and then a handshake was offered as Valencia reintroduced herself. Robyn glanced down at the hand before taking it in her's, her grip indecisive at first between a firm one and a loose one for a short moment but meaning well. "Robyn. Robyn Crawford," It was about time Robyn said what her name was. Geez, Robyn. When a truce was offered Robyn made a quick note while looking at her that Valencia seemed at least a bit wary, maybe just as much as Robyn with the general situation. Common thoughts, perhaps? To Robyn it just seems she doesn't have to be as wary towards her than she is towards everyone else. And she hasn't felt against anyone in general, yet.

"No worries, I can't really blame ya. I'm sure anyone here would have at least been on the verge to taking something out," Robyn tried to reassure and nodded, "Truce." Robyn accepted the truce with no hesitation. "Getting local help seems the most logical thing, right now. If we're going to get something there'll be at least one thing down there. It's also better than just standing out in the open," Robyn took a quick glance towards the forest and then back, "Or wild."

@ariplotter

Arvyria and Margareth

The flaming creature froze in the face of a loud, angry chimera. It stared after Clifford's retreating back for a long moment before looking up at the lion's head. Then down at the cobra's. A single fiery hand lifted to smack itself in the forehead before the chimera reared on its hind legs, its great wings flapping in rage. In a gust of wind, the fire extinguished, swirling out of existence.

The chimera slammed its two front legs back onto the ground, shaking the earth, and it turned its attention back to the two women. With another great roar, at lunged forward, teeth bared and claws outstretched.

---

Clifford

It was quiet in the tent save for the sounds of Clifford's breathing. Either the bandits who'd snatched him didn't have anything to talk about, or they'd moved farther away so as not to share their plans. It'd been years since they'd been stolen from their own lives and spirited away to this new world. In that time, they'd learned not to let their guard down around the unknown – and Clifford's mangled visage certainly counted.

Time was an arbitrary, unknowable thing as he waited in the tent. It could've been minutes or hours since the cloaked bandits had left. But then the rustling of the tent flaps broke the silence, and in walked a slight, feminine figure, masked in deer skin. She carried in a rough clay cup filled with water, but no food, as though they didn't want to spare any on something they would soon be rid of.

She was silent as she kneeled beside Clifford, though a quiet sound of disgust could be heard behind her mask. She lifted the cup to his mouth and tilted, the motion shifting her sleeve to reveal a delicate silver chain wrapped around her wrist. A small pendant in the shape of a feather dangled from it.

---

Bishop, Caleb, Cronus, and Morgan

The walk was largely uneventful – they passed trees, bushes, other plant life… sometimes there would be a rustling in the branches, but after a moment of stillness, any threat seamed to pass.

The men finally came to the river, a healthy, rushing thing that threatened to sweep away any who dared enter. It was wide and there was no end in sight to it, however. If they wanted to get to the town on the other side, they had no choice but to cross it.

A sharp whistle cut through the air as the men stood before the river. A dozen yards away sat an aging, portly man, bare feet dangling in the water.

"Y'all lookin' for passage?" he called. "Twenty hoops."

---

Robyn and Valencia

As the two women stood in the emptied field establishing their new truce, a glowing ember at the heart of the blackened patch of earth went largely unnoticed. After all, it was easily written off as a remnant from their encounter with the odd fire creature.

That is, until the flame suddenly burst into life, the entire field turning to ash under their feet as the roaring fire grew. As flames licked at the air, a form slowly took shape – vaguely similar to the creature from before, but noticeably bigger.

Eventually the flames died away, the last remnants dancing across the skin of this new figure: a man. Tall and broad shouldered, he had a mess of long, obsidian hair, and flinty black eyes. He wore an ornate red cloak, speckled with metal bits of jewelry and armor alike. In his hand he held a tall staff, a ball of glowing flame resting atop it.

The man blinked his eyes at the two women before him. Scrunching his eyebrows at them, he spun his head around, searching. Then with a sigh he closed his eyes and pressed his hand to his forehead.

"Stupid mote can't even keep 'em all together," he muttered to himself. He had a low, rasping voice. Shaking his head, he opened his eyes and looked back up at them.

"Ok, so how the heck did you all get here?"

Valencia Tempest
The Quick-witted Pirate with a Gentle Heart

*****

Valencia exhaled as she shook Robyn’s hand, and smiled slightly as the other girl accepted the truce and agreed with her notion to go towards the village. She was relieved to have at least made an acquaintance, if not a friend.

Her relief was short-lived, however, as a burst of flames sprang from the area where the burning creature had disappeared. The field of grass was reduced to ash, and Valencia instinctively pulled Robyn out of a particularly intense path of fire.

“Sorry,” she said, letting go of Robyn’s arm. She straightened up as the roaring blazes died down, brushing herself off while she stared, shocked, at the form of a man that had taken shape amid the flames. He had dark hair and eyes, and bits of fire seemed to flit along his skin, as though they were a part of him. This man wielded a glowing staff that was clearly sorcerous, and his clothing appeared to be both protective and decorative. The stranger muttered something to himself, seemingly annoyed, and then addressed her and Robyn.

“Ok, so how the heck did you all get here?” he asked in a gravelly sort of voice.

Valencia scowled, suddenly angry. She hated the feeling of having no power or control over what was going on around her. This fire-wizard could surely smite her to ash as easily as he’d burned up the field, so undoubtedly, there was naught her cutlass could do against him. She had no idea where she was, and with no way to protect herself, as she was so accustomed to doing, she was feeling more uneasy by the second. If this had been a different situation, one she’d deliberately gotten herself into, perhaps she would have been intrigued by or even mildly attracted to the tall, unique-looking man. But she was caught up in her turbulent emotions and feelings of anger, distrust, powerlessness, anxiety, and fear. She responded the only way she knew how—with her sharp tongue.

“How did we get here, you ask? Well, we certainly didn’t rise from the embers of a fiery fiend’s ashen remains,” she said curtly. Her fingers were itching to reach for the hilt of her cutlass, though she knew it would be of little use to her against this strange being. Perhaps I’m finally being punished for my way of life, she thought bitterly. “If you wish to kill us, get it over with; at least on my part,” Valencia called over to him. “I don’t mean to speak for you, Robyn. Do as you wish,” she said quietly. Then she raised her voice again. “But if you mean us no harm, surely you can give us some information; such as the name of this place and your own name, for that matter.”

@LizLegend @c3p-0h

Every time the tree or bushes rustled, Morgan's hand moved to rest on the hilt of his sword as he looked about warily. Not knowing what dangers could be around any and every corner put him on edge. Two of the others had joined them on their path towards the river and the village. Morgan said not a word to any of them while they trudged along, preffering the company of his own thoughts for the moment. When the river was finally directly in front of them, he looked somewhat dismayed. There was no way for him to cross that, especially with his armor. A sharp whistle demanded his attention, and he turned his head to regard the old man with his feet in the water.

"What, exactly, is a 'hoop'?" Morgan asks, raising an eyebrow. Obviously it was some form of currency, but none he had ever heard of.

Clifford did nothing but let the feminine bandit complete her task. Truth be told, his throat had been feeling dry as the sands he came from, and he wasn't exactly capable of asking for anything to fix that. At least his captors were somewhat proactive in keeping their bounty alive. The cup of water had emptied, the bandit stood up, glared at Cliff for a moment, and proceeded out of the tent.

Clifford waited for just a moment before he began darting his head every which way, looking for something, anything to get out of here with. He kept switching his vision, jostling the post he was tied to while he searched and-

Wait.

The post was loose.

Clifford put as best of a grip as he could on the thing, planting his feet in the dirt beneath him and pushing upwards. The post, indeed, rose just a bit out of the ground. Clifford couldn't tell how far it was going, but he was going to risk it anyway. Before any of the bandits bothered to come back.

He slid forward, pulling himself with his feet. His bound hands lowered, reaching the base of the post. He lifted it up as best as he could in that position, straining a bit. He dug his fingers beneath the wood, feeling the dirt it was planted in. With a few stressed and forceful movements, he pulled his hands under the post and out of the ground, and then quickly replanted it.

He was free of the post, but he had to formulate an escape plan. He slid back up to the post and raised his arms over his head, doing his best to make it look as though the dirtied rope was still wrapped around the wood.

Think. Think, think.

Things where quiet among the men as they trekked forward through the forest, Sir Morgan was keep himself occupied with his own thoughts and he could hear the two tag-alongs speaking to one another, every one seemed to be in good moods except for Cronus the forest was messed with his head it made him see things that weren't there.

Back home most forests had long since been replaced with large jungles of steel and glass, and natural grown trees where practically extinct (aside from those found in certain A.I controlled sections of the world) so this kind of biome was completely new to him and its only thanks to his thick clothing that no one notices his fidgety movement it goes double for his gloves for if it weren't for Cronus's gloves one would be able to see that his knuckles had turned white due to the tight grip he held his shotgun with.

He was barley able to stop himself from firing when the silence had been the sharp whistle of a portly man who asked them about their need to cross it. Sir Morgan asked the man of what hoops where but before the man could answer the knight question he was interrupted by Cronus "I am sorry while i too do wish to know what hoops are? i must ask what is exactly stopping us from just killing you and commander whatever form of transport you intended to use to help us across?" @c3p-0h