Good thing someone is. Quinn's nerves gave out on him about fifteen minutes ago. He's looking in Andrew's direction and dredging through a lot of adrenaline-fueled tension to try and remember the fellow's name.
"Aside from having a good hundred or so Americans turn up, yeah, I think so," says Quinn. "Kentucky Irregulars, they called themselves. Seems they've been killing dragons."
"I wish," says Quinn. "They brought one down in front of the castle. It cost them three of their men's lives, and now we've got sixteen of 'em in the infirmary. I don't know how many of 'em'll last through the night. Their commanding officer's one of the worst-off." He rubs at his face with one hand. "A hundred and fifty American soldiers with no leader and nothing to lose..."
"And with their sights set on London," Quinn confirms grimly. "That's where they were headed when they turned up. They've got this theory about how the dragons breed, think there's only one male for all of Europe and he lives in London. So they're planning on going there and taking him out- or they were, anyway, I dunno if they can pull it off without Van Zant."
"I dunno. I haven't seen their papers. They were comparing it to reef fishes and breeding territories," says Quinn. "We had dragon sign before they could get their expert out to show me... but I'll agree with you that either way, it's bad news. There was a fortress that had a couple of people head into London a few years back. They found something, because about a week after they left it tracked back to their fortress and burned everything to ash. I've never seen anything like it."
"If Van Zant dies I don't know how I'm going to stop them," Quinn admits. "I mean- I could, if I had to, I think. They've got to sleep sometime, and..."
He trails off there, shaking his head. Eventually he says, "I don't know, Andrew, I honestly don't."
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Hi. Um ... Quinn, right? Something like that?
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You were the guy who was collecting stories that time, right?
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Well, other than the bandanna Hero gave him. That's still tied around his neck. But that doesn't count.
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Are you, um ... you and your people, are you doing okay?
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...That's good, though, right?
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Overstressed, over-adrenalined, and over here?
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*Andrew's frowning.*
On the one hand, how would that even work? And on the other, how do they know?
...And on the gripping hand, if it's true, the one breeding male's gonna be either huge and heavily armored or guarded by a lot of dangerous females.
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Definitely bad news.
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He trails off there, shaking his head. Eventually he says, "I don't know, Andrew, I honestly don't."
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*Andrew's gaze has sharpened a little.*
You said whatever was there backtracked the last party that went looking for it?
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