The surprise that the girl was so quick to help him was obvious on Lucianâ€™s face but he didnâ€™t say a word and let her address his wound, along with the help of the elf femaleâ€™s dagger. Although he had to admit, her presentation of the â€œpotionâ€ brought on a questionable look on Lucianâ€™s face which he directed right at the Elf. After a brief moment of hesitation, he took the bottle and looked it over.<br/><br/>â€œWhatever, I feel like Iâ€™ve died already so I doubt it could get any worseâ€ he spoke as he popped the cork off, raised it towards the Elf as if she was accompanying him for a drink then tossed his head back and gulped the entire bottle. The liquid was warm and had a somewhat bittersweet taste to it. The effect was almost immediate as everywhere on his body that was aching or in pain was now tingling and soon he felt nothing. Realizing that lying down would make it easier for them to heal him; he obliged the Elfâ€™s suggestion and laid flat on his stomach, glancing over at the dragon-like creature. The mere existence of such a creature along with the Elfin female was a bit to handle but Lucian kept to himself and let the women work without question.<br/><br/>Suddenly a rustling in the brush nearby seemed to have startled the group and Lucian was quick to get back on his feet, grabbing the branch shard he broke off his body on the way up and stood ready for whatever else he may encounter. Finally a young man emerged with his hands held up, obviously paying no real attention to the rest of the group and was fixated on the dragon, which was understandable. Seeing that the boy was no real threat, Lucian calmed himself and suddenly realized he had interrupted his own healing process and the sudden burst of adrenaline and movement made him a bit woozy so he quickly laid back down to let the ladies finish up, but not taking his eyes off the dragon as he still stood ready for anything which didnâ€™t sit too well with Lucian, but he stayed put so he could be fixed up and ready to defend himself if indeed this kid brought an ambush with him.<br/><br/>Lucian listened to the dragon and his thoughts focused in on a few key words: â€œKingâ€™s menâ€. That meant that this wasnâ€™t some free world he just dropped into, there was a hierarchy, a King even. The mere presence of this dragon and elf was evidence enough that Lucian and the other two had emerged in an unknown world or realm, but the mention of a King solidified it and made it all the more too real for Lucian. If there was a King that meant an army, and if this local kid just popped in from the woods that meant they werenâ€™t too far from a village. If someone were looking for this kid they might even bring some of the â€œKingâ€™s Menâ€ with and then what? Lucian struggled to shake off the thoughts. He never imagined trying to rationalize a situation that he thought never could have existed. With all the thoughts flying through his head Lucian hadnâ€™t noticed that the ladiesâ€™ patchwork was already finished so Lucian stood pulling his shirt back down over his back and abs then bent down to pick up his motorcycle jacket then slipped it on, all the while his eyes wandered the other sides of the forest around them, waiting for armed guards to just spring out swords drawn. Lucian then looked at two females.<br/><br/>â€œThanks for your helpâ€¦â€ he nodded. Lucian stretched his arm out a bit to test the reliability of the Elfâ€™s healing and surprisingly he felt no pain or discomfort, save for the slight soreness of his muscles in general. He glanced back at the Elf.<br/><br/>â€œFeels great. Now what the hell are we all doing here?â€ Lucian questioned, seemingly ignoring the boy who had just arrived.