It didn't take a long time after they set the bonfire that finally something was flying above them, that Nautilus noticed due to the sudden darkness that it brought to the ground he was standing on. The flying thing descended toward them, and Nautilus still couldn't figure out whether the flying thing came to their rescue or was a threat to them. Upon hearing the sounds of the youngster running back toward him and looking back to confirm that this was indeed the case, Nautilus became increasingly convinced that the flying thing was coming to their rescue.
As the flying thing reached the ground, the bonfire Nautilus and the youngster had created simply died out, to a little disappointment of him. He then saw that there were two people who rode the flying thing and now had been standing on the ground already. "Who are you, and what are your intentions?" Nautilus asked the bigger of the two people that previously rode the flying thing. However, before he got an answer, and probably before even the man he asked did notice that he was being asked, Nautilus was distracted as soon as the flying thing said a word to him.
"You!" the flying thing said loudly.
Well, everyone could speak English inside the Guild, and this thing is probably not an exception, he thought, But why did it open a conversation with a stranger that way? At this point Nautilus was doubtful that the party that came toward them was friendly, but just at that moment the flying being shifted into a human form, a man in a rather gothic dressing. It feels like a deja vu to me, he thought. He should have remembered that this was the man that claimed to be able to fly and he indeed met this man inside the Guild before what looked like a destruction of the Guild, or at least the setting, occurred, but he simply couldn't remember it. He had serious problems remembering and knowing people, and that was what made people around him tend to dislike him. He was not hesitant to call someone he had ever met before by a generic term or even a number if he couldn't remember the man's name. Ironically, he often did this in response to people's negative reactions that he often received when he honestly told them that he couldn't remember their names. It took a long time before Nautilus said "Me? What?" to the shapeshifting man.
“Youyouyouyou!!”, the shapeshifting man said happily.
Nautilus was still reactionless. The man might have known him before, but to Nautilus this man was a complete stranger, and he did not really understand why would a stranger inside the Guild took matters to him that personally. Nautilus thought that if this man really knew him, the man would say something similar to 'Hey buddy, remember me?', but instead the man grabbed him here and there. To Nautilus, he perceived it as an act of bodysearching a stranger, and he was completely not happy about it. He didn't even listen to the man's claims that he knew him; he already perceived this man as hostile. He waited for the right opportunity before finally trying to push the man as far away from him as possible.
"YOU! WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?" he shouted the loudest he can. The fact that he was among the ones who hazed the college freshmen earlier this academic year certainly helped him saying it very loudly. He then turned towards the youngster he had been with for the last hour or so. "They're not rescuing us, let's move away," he told the youngster while tapping him in his right shoulder. He had already taken a few steps back and was ready to run away from the hostile party at any moment.