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Adam watched the book and Lucas watched Adam; watched the ricochet of expressions that danced across his face, the seeming nothingness that came from his examination of the book. It wasn't enough, of course, to hint to him that anything was off. Not right now, at least. "You and me both," he grumbled regarding having a live to live prior to being dropped in this place. Taking the book back, Lucas flicked through it and set it down again. "You're looking at a list - a short, stupid list - of the leaders that the Hollowed Grounds has seen come and go in the past three hundred years. Surprise surprise - there is no leader currently." He arched an eyebrow at Adam. "Until now." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk