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Michael smiled in response to the compliment that the man on the elk--or rather, shapeshifting Guardian--gave him. "Well...I hope I don't have to explain why I chose that name, though," he laughed, although he really did hope that. "Although...I suppose your Guardian is also pretty amazing...shapeshifting is a very convenient ability, isn't it? It's like you can practically do anything."

The two were starting to near a group of people, the leader of which was talking with Luna. After the man with the shapeshifting Guardian finished saying something about Luna being scary, Michael almost laughed, but he quickly silenced himself, for fear she'd hear him. "It's sound advice, sir. I'll remember to be careful," he nodded, taking his claymore back. Oh dear, he probably wouldn't have time to get a scabbard crafted after all.

But as they got closer to the group, Michael quickly realized they were talking about him and Atlanthal. A little bit worried by this, he cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Ah, yes, um. I am the master of the magma titan whom you all...seem to have been a little bit unsettled by," he declared, trying to keep his voice calm. Public speaking...ugh.

"Well, I believe I heard something about an expedition into a ravine? If that's the case, I might not be qualified to go into such a dangerous place right away, but I would like to accompany you." And with these words finished, Michael waited for a response.

As he waited for the leader to say something, he noticed the two girls that he had tried to chase after earlier. It seemed they were starting to calm down...not very much, though. While Michael wanted to go over to them and ask what had happened, he figured it was probably best not to do so...the woman standing near them, who was speaking rather harshly to some kind of cyborg abomination, was proof enough that whatever went on with those girls was too intense for him to approach them now.