Dinjo looks at the guys. The one holding him in the air was shaking him and yelling at him angrily...in french! He didn't know that language! It was one of the few languages he didn't know! He was a bit beyond a little afraid now. He had no idea what they had said or what this new guy said. Whatever it was they dropped him. "oof!" he says when his butt hit the ground hard. He groans. Rubbing it and standing up. He blinks as now his arm was grabbed and he was run off with.<br/><br/>This day was getting weirder and weirder. Crazier and crazier. And he had no idea what the hell just happened. He blinks and looks around. This area was dark. Why was it dark in broad daylight? He blinks and looks at the guy. "I was walking. I didn't do anything. They stepped into my path not the other way around." he says. His accent hot and foreign yet exotic as it didn't sound like any modern day accent. It wasn't it was Agrabahn. He looks at him. "Um..." he does the calculation in human years. "18...I think." he does it over in his head. "Yeah...18." he says. It was hard turning milleniums into human years. He looks at him. "How old are you? And who ARE you?" he asks. "My name is Dinjo."