Zero's gaze sat at the entrance of that large wooden cave, looking around almost entranced by the gaping maw that was the wide tunnel ahead. Only breaking that trance as he shook his head, turning  to look out over the edge of wide path they had just used to make their way to this point. Walking over to the lip he found a suitable spot to sit swinging his legs over the side with weapon still in reach. Sitting there he peered out into the dark hues of green dotted by bright spots of light that seemed to burst in a brilliant radiance before being choked out of existence.<br/><br/>He raised his hand to his collar clicking the release of his large glass helm, a hiss of pressurized air spurt out from two valves on either side of his neck. Lifting the glass dome off he took a deep breath, which turned out to be a mistake as he stopped short and started coughing. The air was thick and moist clinging to the throat as he breathed the humid climate. Ending his small coughing fit he slowly acclimated his breath slowed and became labored as his body worked harder for what oxygen it could get in this thick soup. Quickly beads of sweat adhered to his skin, the moist air refusing to take any more water, the droplets became heavy and started trailing down his neck.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Hmmm?"</span>Hearing his name he peered over his shoulder, hair falling to the side, only to see the buxom Naga slithering over to his side.<br/><br/>Lifting his head he looked at Iccisius as she spoke her mind, sitting in silence as she spoke. Zero turned his head from her surveying the green vista in front of the pair. The noises of the immense jungle would soon enveloped the pair as the old man took his time to think over the question. He had a feeling he knew why but his reasoning was kept to himself. His voice finally broke out against the chirping and calls of the wilds<span style="color: #b30000">"Ya know, I don't know why."</span>His words paused for a moment as he moved a stand of gray hair that clung to his moist face before turning back to the woman.<span style="color: #b30000">"Why do ya ask Iccisius, does it botha you so much that I was put in command?"</span>His silvery brow perked.<br/><br/>Raising a hand he would stop any answer she'd give to his own question.<span style="color: #b30000">"It doesn't matter, tha general already spoke. All that mattas is you at least trust me ta protect you and the others if tha need arrives." </span>His tone was prosaic as his gaze set on the ample Naga, turning away from her he set back out looking upon the hypnotizing verdant world in front of them<span style="color: #b30000">"Iccisius, we'll be takin' tha first shift togetha." </span>The old man leaned backed on his hands, legs swinging over the side idly though his words seemed more an order than a request.<span style="color: #b30000">"Go, tell tha Bull ta get some rest."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>