"So those guards were worthless," Dalious said as he propped himself up before the group, sitting comfortably on the nearest bench.  "Yea Fyr lost his axe, Lapis lost her camel, but we're alive.  We are .......in our primes.  Especially me."

"Do we even know what the fuk is going on!?  Arthur??  Ashe!?  The book??". 

Dalious opens the book where they are.  "Gwen! Can u answer our questions?  Where r u in the world?  The real you? Where's Cicero??  How much sauce goes into a pantorallomi??"