Tarzan blinked in pain; confused but very alert now. The gun pointed at him made his more primal side growl in hatred, but he was able to use the pain in his side to focus. Repressing the beast once more Tarzan ....no John it was John now, spoke. Hish soft southern drawl firm but embarassed in tone as he spoke<br/><br/>"I beg your pardon ma'am, I sometime forget myself momenterily. My name is Lord John Clayton of Greystroke. I was told to meet a Mr. Alexander Bielaski but, my train arrived late and i seemed to have missed our meeting. I tracked you here and it would appear I was a little over zealous in my introductions, I do apoligize. If you'll allow me to get to my feet I'll gladly show you my letter."