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Despite Concord's displayed tendency toward rowdiness, he was intensely quiet as the Queen spoke. Such a powerful entrance, such a commanding voice, and a stark aura of a leader to boot! The image was etched into his very cranium. It was practically love at first sight, and an all new desire to see this job through was lit alongside his previous obligation.

He stood at the brief speech's passing, glove clenched to his chest. "Then that is that! We must not waste another moment. These beasts need be felled, and I am intent to fall thrice as hard as for our Queen!" He said with as much if not more conviction than a knight under the kingdom's banner. "We must part ways for now, good friends. I am off toward the Deadlands! And I do not intend to ask any to follow such a dangerous path, niether old nor young folk. I shall bring this madness to an end single handedly! 'Concord, The Beast Feller' I'll be called! Yahaha!"

Concord scampered off, once more brandishing his hammer as though a beast were waiting outside the castle gates. Of course, there were only concerned guards, who Concord somehow eluded in his haste out and towards where he thought the dreaded Deadlands lay.
James watched as the man jumped up and ran off towards the Deadlands, which were towards the south. With a bit of concern he looked towards Zhoralel, then the others. "Uh, should we... go after him? Or should we leave him to his own adventures?" James asked. As odd as the man, who called himself Concord, was he still felt some concern for his safety. He also didn't want to run after the man alone, so he decided that he'd consult the people that he had at least introduced himself to.

"If he does intend to go off on his own, that puts him at risk and well... I'm not one to say things like this, but I'd like it for as little people to get hurt as possible." He added. If it was up to him, James would much rather have gone to the tundra or the desert which, despite their vast differences, would have been suitable for his tastes in magic and ability to survive harsh weather. As a traveler his cloak provided sun protection and ample warmth, making him suitable to be able to at least survive, albeit not too comfortably, in either place.
with the odd fellow nearly sprinting out the door it left Zhoralel rather stunned about his words. They were so energetic and forthput that Zhoralel had no time to react. He simple stood there letting it all sink in before his hand reached up to his chin. His fingers ran through the beard as James spoke up. “Well anyone traveling alone through these lands is at risk of something. That being said, having a group is much safer.”

His hand still scratched at the beard before letting it fall back at his side. A faint sigh came out of him once he rolled his shoulders, the audible sounds of him cracking his joints were rather refreshing. A sign of him being ready to go out into the world. “Let’s go get him before he gets hurt. By the way did he say his name was Concord?” Zhoralel asked walking towards the doors.