[Sorry, that's quite a stretch to try to conceptualize all at once. And what's more, if it's truly that long between his time and this man, then who... His eyes fix on the bayard. Black. Zarkon's. For now he doesn't ask about that, instead he begins with,]
Keith. Why do I have the sense I don't need to give you my name?
[The answer to his question will have to wait. Alfor is exceptionally motivated not to be gobbled up by that horror again. Running works for him, and he doesn't need to be told twice, glancing over only as he catches the movement to draw a weapon out the corner of his eye.]
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[Sorry, that's quite a stretch to try to conceptualize all at once. And what's more, if it's truly that long between his time and this man, then who... His eyes fix on the bayard. Black. Zarkon's. For now he doesn't ask about that, instead he begins with,]
Keith. Why do I have the sense I don't need to give you my name?
[The answer to his question will have to wait. Alfor is exceptionally motivated not to be gobbled up by that horror again. Running works for him, and he doesn't need to be told twice, glancing over only as he catches the movement to draw a weapon out the corner of his eye.]