[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Swift_Assassin]

Lennox only chuckled at the topic. "Hotcakes? Oh please. Crepes. You can fill those things with just about anything," he said, before noticing that Tiras seemed in pain. Lennox had actually forgotten that he kinda got some bad hits in too. Now that he thought of it, his back was hurting, probably from the cloak touching the chainmail burn. His leg was, for the most part, fine. His chest was fine. If he didn't touch it. But that scar probably wasn't going away easy. But compared to what he's inflicted on others, the burns he was inflicted with was like a kid hurting himself playing with fire.

They approached the gate and were greeted by a morph, thankfully, not one bearing Dain's face. That was definitely a dream. Right? One thing stuck out to Lennox about it. Not the regular speech. No, one phrase. "Eliwoods cadre?!" Lennox exclaimed to himself. He looked at the others who almost completely ignored that. When he left, Lennox repeated himself. "Eliwoods cadre! What Wolfram said was true. Marquess Eliwood must've fought against these things over a century ago." As Lennox wondered over this implication, the others focused on a cabin nearby. His face just went flat at the sandbagging of those words. "Sure, lets check out the cabin."