How fortunate that everyone was so quickly trusting. Lyell barely looked up from the blaze over in Luthor's direction, brows raised.<strong>"Sorry friend, but I am going to have to abduct that task from you."</strong>For emphasis, the man squeezed some excess water from his hair.<strong>"I am not yet dry enough to trust that my bedroll won't be ruined."</strong>After removing some of his armor and peeling off all but his last layer of clothing, he nodded in response to Anya's realization.<strong>"I am called Lyell. Ernest Lyell."</strong>