Icarus took another, careful step away from the jester as the commotion began around him. He watched the strange lady as she began to howl in pain; it looked like something had happened to her arm. Thoroughly confused, Icarus tried to remind himself that the rules of the reality he was used to might not apply here; wherever 'here' was. He watched as she crawled to the fresh corpse and did... something to it. He shook his head slightly as he looked around at the others, wondering once more why he was chosen for such a role. He listened to the final words of the gods, noticing especially the general attitude toward the jester. After they left, vanished really, (another allegedly reality breaking phenomenon Icarus tried not to think too hard about) he watched as the knight looking fellow ran off, followed by the angry woman. "Well, I suppose I should... hey now!" he stopped as he felt someone poking around his body. It was the jester of course, he knew even before he'd turned. He took another step backwards, this time putting his hands out in front of him as he said sternly, "You can't just go about prodding a fellow without permission!" He said, a little more loudly than he meant. He sighed heavily and looked the strange creature over, "Look, I'm not cut out for this. If you're going to kill me, sooner is better than later, but I'll have you know that I might be of some use to us." He continued speaking, looking for any signs that the jester understood him. He had no doubt that the being was intelligent, probably craftier than himself, but he was determined not to be stabbed in the back if he could help it. "You want to know what I have?" He asked, beginning to calm down. "Some tools, a set of binoculars and my..." he felt beneath his trench coat suddenly and furrowed his brow, "My hammer." he finished, swearing to himself inwardly. How could they just... make it appear like that? He shook his head, trying to embrace the insanity rather than argue against it, "I can fix things and make things... I'm good with machines" he looked around, surveying the land outside of the tower, "If there's anything like that out here. I guess you could say I'm resourceful, if nothing else." He frowned at the masked face, "I don't... have magic, if that's what you people call it, but I've got perspective." He finished, feeling like his argument was less than convincing. "In any case, I'm walking in some other direction than those who have already tried to kill one another," he said, not without a little glumness in his voice. He shook his head as he took a step forward, "And to think I'll never finish that combustion engine..." he muttered.