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Valentine watched the figures before him with interest. This new one was mutated as well; she appeared to have gained some features of an animal, and to be specific, a domesticated feline. This was, in Valentine's world, not unusual in and of itself; after all, he'd seen many such mutations in his world. Some merely for their owner's amusement, some for the amusement of the one who gave the features, and some weaponised for war. Nearly everything was weaponised in his world. Yet this new figure did not seem quite as interesting as 'Vooli'; he did not know why, but Vooli's mutations possessed a character, a bluntness, a power to them. But the thought of them made him think of home, and this infuriated him, the thoughts running through his mind and onto the ground like water through his hands.

After spending some time trying to work out just what the tribal girl was actually saying, he nodded. "Indeed. I do intend to make it to that mountain, and I have enlisted your help in doing so. If you should prove willing."

When he saw the small confrontation between the two humanoids before him, one hand moved a tad closer to his sword. He knew how this would go; whipping out his sword, then slitting both of their throats in the space of an instant. It would be easy - pathetically so. They were unarmoured, and his blade was sharp enough to cut through stone, as a tiny wound in a chunk of rock to his right indicated.

"Now then," he said. "I believe that it is in our vital interests to make it to the mountain over there. We all feel the compulsion, do we not?"