[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fallout-new-vegas-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230112/f7d774d3ec20946c1b1c06b083a1b2cd.png[/img][/url][/center] So, the Tin Can was indeed a human. Seemed obvious from the look of him, but in this world, who could know what kinds of creatures were out there. Zell nodded slowly along as James explained some of Zigmund's background - a pretty nasty individual but also quite a regular old Joe. Zell couldn't count the amount of guys and gals he'd brushed shoulders with who loved drinking, drugs and sex - people who hungered for status or power in some form or another. London was full of folks like that. Thousands upon thousands of them. [i]Is it that easy?[/i] Zell wondered, suddenly lost in his own thoughts. [i]In a world of good n evil... might n magic... could all of them regular people just be turned so easily to the fucking Darkside?[/i] Zell's eyes darted around sightlessly as he began to wonder about himself. Would [i]he[/i] be the next Zigmund? An image of MacKensie's face appeared his mind, accompanied by a firm answer. No. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by James' more pointed words at him. [abbr=Oh Divinities please no...]"Zell, please answer me this question, have you noticed anything strange lately, hallucinations? Bad dreams? anything? Please be honest this is important[/abbr] Zell blinked back into reality and looked at James, then he caught in his periphery MacKensie watching them, looked at her, then followed along as he caught Fenna listening too! Not good. "Oh f'fucks sake, not you n all. Kass has already been on my back about all this. No - no dreams, hallucinations, nothing of the sort," he lied easily. Although he didn't want to. He wanted James' help. [i]Needed[/i] him, right now. His power, as a Cleric. His ear, as a friend. But he could hardly pull him aside right now with the girls watching. "It's just the power of the sword. It's tied to..." he lowered his voice, not so low that Mac and Fenna couldn't hear but low enough not to alert the whole fucking waiting room. "... some pretty dark shit, en-gee-ell." He stretched his neck to one side and then straightened up his posture. "No worries though. I've got it under control. Trust me." He took on board any comments, warnings or otherwise with his usual relaxed confidence, hoping he would reassure all who were listening. The moment Wulrick asked if everyone was ready to go, Zell thought, [i]Thank fuck. Not a moment too soon, Wulrick pal.[/i] He sort-of knew the route that Wulrick was leading them, along the waterside. He'd walked it a few times in the short stint they'd spent in Valhiem. Two of the handful of mornings they'd spent waking up at The Mended Drum, he'd gone to Little Bridge to begin his exercise routine, customised to incorporate the massive Citadel Hill. So, even in the darkness, he managed to notice a few reminders along the way. He looked at Fenna by his side as they walked, thought about trying to further reassure her that he wasn't making any contracts with Devils, but decided it was better to change the subject. "I'd much rather be heading for the Guildhouse n seeing what's in that Source Comm email inbox of ours," he said, knowing that they both shared it as a top priority. "Although, you might have to read it yourself and let me know what it says. I kinda sorta got meself banned from the establishment on my last visit." he chuckled then added. "Don't ask." As they went up the hill, he asked aloud, to nobody in particular, "What do you suppose this is all about? -Us being taken up to the Citadel- You reckon it's just a briefing for the big battle, or something else?" It was an invite for group brainstorming, although there was a thought that if they just waited a little longer they'd find out anyway. Still, it was a good way to see what was on everyone's mind. ... Before the end of of the path up Citadel Mountain, the invading army became clear in the dark distance. Bonfires, campfires, torches and catapult fire outlined the entire encampment. And man; was it huge. "Jesus," Zell swore as he took it all in. He wanted to say, [i]'there's fucking millions of em!'[/i] but he kept it to himself. No sense in being a little bitch about it, out loud, potentially disturbing morale. "Got some hard fighting ahead of us," he decided to say instead. "And I, for one, am ready-like-Eddy." He grinned. "Ha. I've just got to liking this place. No way I'm letting it get flattened now." Through the hilltop gate and into the streets they went, Zell taking notice of the late night activity. Preparations were underway. "Alright Lucy," he greeted the Guildmaster in the square, then waited around patiently before goodbyes were exchanged. "Thanks for meeting us, Wulrick. Take care." He gave a nod of respect to a few others in Silver Arrow - obviously ignoring the gnome. ... Inside the meeting, Zell elected to stay quiet. Not that he was feeling shy at this particular moment - he'd never been shy in his life, but he knew (sometimes) when to keep his mouth shut and let more sensible people do the talking. Instead, he eyed the officials around the table and memorized faces. All of them were new to him. He'd heard of Clarissa Shields from Fenna, Adam and MacKensie. He'd heard of Areleth from James. The others were unknown quantities, but all were clearly important. Going over to the closest wall in the room, he folded his arms and leaned a shoulder against it, listening attentively.