<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/zZRRpKP.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Fields<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Florentian streets<br/><strong>With:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>The fight against the soldiers was over nearly as soon it began, though once they began to rise again forcibly Alex withdrew, seeking to get back to his allies given the fact that they were dealing with strange magic. But the tide turned, a chilling comment by the soldier who was lucid during his control implied that these soldiers were not willing. However, with the adrenaline fading and things calming he took a slight breath, looking to his erstwhile companions and the mysterious Cid. Others were there, imposters who sought to aid the would be hero. They were offered more allies, and the choice seemed clear enough. “Somewhere nice and safe sounds great right now. Don’t worry, sir.” he said, looking to Harold. “I’m sure the night will get worse before it gets better. Plenty to gripe about in the coming hours. Let’s go through the misery together, besides we’re already more than likely criminals by association.” An astute comment he thought, given the dead soldiers would surely attract attention. His accent was light enough, though it clearly marked him as an outsider still, though he counted himself as an ally now. These were people who needed hope and protection, something he was familiar with. “And I am getting soaked. Getting somewhere dry would be nice.”<br/><br/>“For the new folk, call me Alex. Nice to meet you all. Shame we couldn’t meet under better circumstance.” he hurried along, rain pattering down on him.