'Oblivion rests?'
Could the system ever try being helpful? What the heck was he supposed to do with such a cryptic and foreboding message like that?
However, that message did seem to bring another action to life. The crowd that had completely ignored the crew now seemed attached to their existence. Elders and youth alike walked or rushed over to ask their incessant questions.
"Where you come from?"
"You bring Ghynto?"
"How's the war?"
"Did you hear about the Red Sky?"
"Have you seen King Styrk?"
Four of the five members scratched their heads as they were bombarded with questions they had no hope of answering.
'Do I smell bad?' Nick thought, wondering if he had remembered to put on his deodorant this morning. He was pretty sure he had.
But then... why were they ignoring him!
He was the most kingly out of everyone here!