Renaud narrowed his eyes at the stranger across from him. "Opium? I shall have you know -" ... He was suddenly interrupted by a third voice, belonging to a small figure that had appeared so suddenly. Cartier glanced over at the newcomer for a brief moment, his irritation with Ezra almost clouding his eyes, but something forced him to take a second look. His eyes became fixed on the stranger, some odd force almost demanding that Renaud give this new person all the attention he could muster. This new man entered the situation with an apparent desire for peace, his voice soft and warm:
"Hey, it's okay, let's calm down alright?"
Renaud blinked twice, his being seemingly ripped in three or four different directions. He almost didn't register Ezra's characteristically sardonic replies. The stranger in black had spoken before Renaud could muster the ... ability? The courage?
Ezra mentioned something about catching on fire. Renaud wanted to push for an explanation, but before he could the third stranger had identified himself. His name was Cera, and he wanted Renaud's.
"I am Cornet Renaud Cartier," he said with as much dignity as he could muster. Cornet was a low rank, essentially the lowest an officer could have, but perhaps these strangers wouldn't know the difference. He made an attempt to take a step forward, but it was with his wounded leg and the step became something more of a stumble. He retained his footing, but only just.
"This ... gentleman has not the manners to answer my questions directly and insists on playing games. Time is not on my side so you shall forgive me if I must demand frank and honest information. This man appears unwilling to give me such a thing. He speaks, if you can believe it, of magic, unicorns, and now of catching fire in the sunlight?" Renaud nearly choked on the end of his sentence. Some small part of him, hidden deep away within his heart, seemed to be screaming at him that there was truth to Ezra's comment about catching fire and having ... bloodless blood.
"You seem civilized, Cera, so I will turn my questions to you. Where am I?" He cleared his throat.
"And, du... you may do what you can for my wound. I hate to impose but it must be more severe than I at first thought. I find myself feeling quite weak at the moment, physically speaking."
