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Jimmy walked over to the group, listening quietly, not particularly wanting to speak. He listened to Farris' question, and would have ignored it if not for the fact that Gosse seemed to be expectantly waiting for someone else to answer that question. Particularly Jimmy. He hoisted his sword up onto his shoulder, then walked to the foot of the stairs. "Well, my shadow's insane. Really seems to enjoy tearing people to shreds." Jimmy spoke plainly, without much emotion. He really wasn't comfortable talking about, especially because he felt like he was being blamed for what the shadow had done. He couldn't control the damn thing! "Oh, and he can talk." Blood was beginning to leak down the stairs from the mess Psycho had made a few minutes ago. Jimmy nodded up in that general direction, "You'll see it on the way out if you really wanna know."

Jimmy started up the stairs, then turned around halfway up, "What are you guys waiting for? We need to get out of this barracks before more guards come. Or else we might need my shadow's help again."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about any guards now. This will be much more of a show." Damaco was big on introductions, he loved interrupting while they think they're finished. He walked in through an open door, his mace in hand and a menacing glow all around him. His build cast a large shadow over the area, not that they would afraid of a shadow it was nice effect. He took a few steps forward bringing his mace to his shoulder and resting it. "You aren't the 'heroes' of old, you're just a bunch of kids. I'm surprised you made it this far though, but your little adventure comes to an end here."

He looked at all of the assassins, trying to deduct what they could do. "I see you know what you're doing however, being able to kill 'him,'" he pointed to the dead body, "I didn't personally know him but the king did speak highly of him. You should thank the creator of those little boom sticks you got there," he was referring to the pistols that some of them carried, "don't think they'll help you against me though." He stopped talking for a second and did a face palm. "Where are my manners, I am Damaco, Assassin of Metal. You may not have heard of me, but I will assure you... I'm not one of you. I'm what you say, a blackguard, a caitiff, a libertine, malefactor, profligate, rapscallion, reprobate. Perhaps you would more commonly refer to me as a 'villain.' I personally don't like that word, but call me whatever you like."

Erin released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. The atmosphere had grown tense and strained in the few moments of silence before Jimmy's answer. Casting a look at Farris and Gosse, she shrugged. "It's not Jimmy's fault; he can't control the shadow." With that said, she sidestepped the dead guard and walked to the foot of the stairs.

"I don't know about you guys," Erin said, climbing the stairs, "but I don't wanna be in this place any longer than I have to."

Gosse was satisfied with Jimmy and Farris just stood there out of confusion. They both followed Jimmy and Erin upstairs to find a heavily armored man standing there. He gave them a speech. Gosse stood there, listening intentivily while Farris stood there annoyed and bored. Gosse realised he discovered all their tricks, so they had to think of new ones.

Farris said to the man in a low, bored voice, "I really don't give a damn who the fuck you are. All I want is to grab the fucking shard and get out of here. I've suffered enough for a day."

Gosse looked over to Farris. "This guy seems to know what he is doing. He's also an assassin. I'm not comfortable talking back to him, but," Gosse said now looking over to Damaco. "We need to get through. So can you just move and we can get on our way."

Farris was too pissed off to realize this, but Gosse remembered that Horace told them to avoid any assassins they didn't know. Gosse shifted uncomfortably in his place, hand on the button of his staff. Farris stood tall, trying to forget about his injurys and grabbled his duel Jambiyas.

"Ahahahahaha, hahaha," Damaco laughed. "That's just the point right there, you see. I made a deal with the lord here, whatever his name is, that if I killed you then I would get the shard which means that you won't be able to get it. You see what I mean? I would be glad to just let you by and have your way with him."

He lifted his mace off his shoulder and pointed it at them, "Unless you would like to make a deal? You deal with the guy just up ahead, Barroxx I think, and leave the shard for me to grab. Oh how great that would be." He lowered his weapon to it was resting at his side, "But enough talk, let's just get this over with. You make the first move."