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Luke paid attention to how Ethan’s expression changed, listening intently to his words before he left, and trying his best to ignore the roaring anger in his gut that wanted to burst out and bash in Ishmael’s face in for his comment, needless to say that tugging, and roaring feeling in his gut wasn’t ever going to leave him. His face darkened again, a mask of sorrow seemingly taking the place of the hope that was there as he looked to Sage, but his face turned in the direction of the girl that Ishmael had began to call to, noticing a string of occurrence with the male in the form of slight insults for everyone, the tugging roar at his gut lessening knowing the male was just like that, as he tilted his head curious at the girl, but said nothing returning his full attention to Sage and what he had to say, hearing him say the same that Ethan and Ishmael was saying, didn’t do much for his hope, but his anger felt like it was about to burst from his body.

All three of the people he had just recently met were telling him to all but forget about his mother, though not in those terms. This was too much, his anger was roaring in his ears like the waves did during a storm, his face had to be a little red as well. Though it lessened, if just a small portion hearing how Ethan had failed at his quest; which made Lucas just a tad bit nervous, seeing as someone who was as confident as Ethan could fail, what chance did he have? Then came Sage’s optimism, he didn’t know if it was to try and put a positive note on all of this or to try and boast the mood, but right now he didn’t care. He was slightly surprised to see the girl come over, and then to mention his deed; he stared at her dumbfounded, his mind not registering her words until a few moments after she had said them. “Umm…thank you? my names Lucas” was all he could manage, though the mentioning of the bet made him shake his head. “Yeah, I’ve heard about this bet, I’m glad some people lost; cause I’m not ready to wind up dead yet” He said calmly, looking back to Sage.

“I’m ready to continue the tour, and I doubt I’ll be anything special, I got lucky with Tighty-whitey bull, nothing more” He said modestly, it hadn’t just been luck in that situation, some instinctual reflexes, and heavy bursts of anger had seemingly took the reins of his body and led him to killing the creature, but of course because of the stress put on his body he managed to pass out for three days, so yeah he really felt like a bad ass. “Sooo, Max Ishmael are you gonna join Sage in my tour? maybe tell me more about this bet, and who I’ve to watch out for now that I’ve cost some people money?” He said with a bit of anger in his tone, something he needed; he needed all the anger he could muster, because once he let that go, nothing but sorrow, nervousness and fear would be in its place, and right now? That was not an acceptable feelings. “so what’s next on the tour Sage? maybe the armory? seeing as if I’m to learn to fight I’ll need an actual weapon right?”