[ It was only a matter of time before someone like this showed up and it's convenient for him because we'll. He definitely has questions, eyes narrowing though his posture says nothing other than being relaxed with his hands in the pockets of his shorts.

A touch of annoyance was clear on his face right then and it took a second to not just snap out in anger despite his instincts screaming at him to. ]

Intercessor, huh?

[ Canting his head to the side, it's clear his natural itch to attack is there and very prevalent. ]

I just want to ask you something. I know you or the ones who brought us all here, tampered with my body somehow. Why? Does it have to do with being trapped here or those odd titles were given to us?