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It was a fairly warm night.  In the dimly lit room, Zell was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, a hand behind his head, in nought but his boxers.

[i]Barracker seemed to fit in well,[/i] he thought as he went over the evening.  The vampire had stuck around for most of the night and had a good laugh with the gang.  He was a decent guy.  Easy to get along with.  Zell imagined that the man's enemies would beg to differ. The Enlgishman couldn't wait to see that claymore in action.

[i]Adam was in better spirits,[/i] was his assessment of the Druid.  Hopefully the young man was on his way back to his usual self.  Zell was glad they hadn't lost him completely.  It wasn't everyday you see comrades getting killed.  Second Chance had been through the mill twice already.  And with war surrounding them, the adventurer profession thrust upon them, death was going to become a familiar sight.

Everyone else seemed to be doing alright, as far as he could tell.  MacKensie shone with her characteristic brightness (and was looking absolutely stunning, like what in the actual fuck!  As a matter of fact, all three of the party's female contingent were dressed to impress tonight. They'd been busy in the Bazaar, that was for sure.)  Fenna was her usual quiet but approachable and friendly self.  James was, as always, a mask of grim and mild annoyance.  Lillianna's permanent air of hesitation, confusion and anxiety seemed unbreakable.

Second Chance appeared to be ready for action.  Just one more day of lounging about, then they'd be back on the road into the unknown, fighting their way to answers.  Zell was prepared to do whatever it took.  Whatever this 'Source' was - whether it was an actual God, or magical energy, or whatever - it had to have some kind of intelligence, because it knew to make Marsel Brooks a frontliner: Simple, strong and sure.  Head first into the chaos, no questions asked, no fear, no doubt.

What else could a man like him have become?  He was born for this.

[i]Re-born, I suppose,[/i] he corrected himself with a goofy grin.