Welcome to Gaia! ::

A pleasant set of neighborhoods, with decent houses lined up in aesthetic rows. You know the kind of place.

On the corner of a semi-main road there is a tele-terminal, into which Lilam would find himself translated. A recorded female voice, flat, dull, and inoffensive, speaks blandly from the panel next to the exit disk on which he now stands. "Please step off the arrival pad to make way for incoming arrivals. Thank you for using Gaia Public Teleporters." If Lilam continues to stand on the pad for more than a few seconds, the message will periodically repeat.

Lliam obeys the instructions. He watches the device as though he is fascinated. He looks over his shoulder at Colon and Myles as they arrive. He tilts his head to the side, as if he's curious to know what they were talking about.

"Give me your arm, Colon, and let me help you get where we're going. You're going to need a long rest, I would imagine. Don't worry, I'll guard you while you sleep." Is that supposed to be a comfort?

"Not too far. Just down that street." A car pulls out of the street Myles is pointing toward, the driver quickly gives him a thumbs-up and turns down the street away from him.

He too follows with his head down, but still watching Lliam carefully out of the corner of his eye. Glarring angrily at the way he held himself, Colon wished he hadn't been so eager to test his abilities, it seemed that nothing good had come from his success.

As he steps through the door, he looks back at Colon, seeing the anger in his face, and somehow knows it is directed at him.

He grins, broadly, and throws himself into the first chair he sees, almost like he owns the place. "Colon, Colon... what's wrong with you, dear? You're so pissy." He curls on the chair like a cat, tilting his head to the side so that his hair will spill over his face. "You should be very proud of yourself for giving me back my life." He hugs himself around the shoulders, and rolls in the chair. "I very much enjoy living, Colon. You have no idea how much fun I have." He winks, and Colon realizes for the first time that he's...flirting...oh, my.

Myles sits on the couch and looks up at Colon. "You're going to stay here until you relax. You made an honorable decision, Colon, you did right by you and to hell with the minor consequences." Then he grins. "I find it ironic, though, that you choose to walk into a private morgue run by organized crime with no problems, but when the guy you resurrect starts flirting with you, that's when you really start freaking out."

Then he turns to Lilam. "So what are your plans?"

He grins a little bit when Myles uses the word flirting. He wasn't going to use that word. He looks back and forth between the two and considers the question Myles asked.

Then he straightens himself, and a moment of seriousness crosses his face.

"I owe you honesty, you have treated me with honor and compassion. You've extended your hospitality to me, and I owe this one my life." He clears his throat. "Though you shouldn't forget, Myles. You owe me your life."

It almost sounds like a commodity he intends to collect at some later date, though he doesn't say anything more on that.

"I am a foreign officer from Edengard, the city-state to the northeast of Crosshaven. I am a member of the Queen's court, her lawful executioner, and I am in Crosshaven illegally. I was sent here to find a condemned criminal that has fled the law. His name is Aubrey, and he's a traitor. My sources--" he whispers to Colon, "and by sources, I mean spies, darling," and looks back to Myles "--tell me that Aubrey entered the territory of Crosshaven not long ago, and that he may already be dead... I am here to make sure that's not just a rumor."

"Aubrey apparently contracted the mafia to take my life some months ago, if I was found to enter the city. But the mafia consists of two opposed groups, and my Queen was able to secure the loyalty of the other group for my security and safe passage. They failed me, and that's how I ended up on that table." He smiles a little at the thought of his own death, like he has tasted the rarest of wines and still has the flavor on his tongue.

He continues, "I have another errand, but it doesn't concern this district. I am searching for the Queen's daughter Emily, and the common man who kidnapped her. I have no reason to believe they are in Crosshaven. I have a warrant for his arrest and a sincere desire to see the lady safely returned to her home, though it has been a long and tiresome search, and I am afraid my chances of finding her alive are slim."

He smiles politely and looks over Myles’ shoulder, trying to look interested in the cards, "Sounds like a fantastic idea Myles, after all, it appears that Lilam has quite a job ahead of him."

Figuring that the best way to not come off as shocked, relieved, repulsed, and terrified all at an unbearably equal amount of time, would be to turn his focus completely onto a friendly game of fortune telling.

However, inside his mentally exhausted head, he begins to figure out how to relay this message to Daniel and Rose as quickly as he can.