[The Forge turns on to reveal a young man who might look vaugely familiar. Heck, if it wasn't for the brown hair, green goggles, and blue-and-black
uniform one might swear it was Lucian. He looks confused and very angry.]
If there are any gunslingers or civilians listening to this broadcast, this is Guild Second-in-Command Sartana. I would like an explaination as to how I got here. Or better yet, directions back to Culiacan. I do not appreciate getting snatched in the middle of my patrols.
And if whoever abducted me can hear this, I'd just like to warn you that it's not a good idea to get on the bad side of a quick-draw.