The man looked at Jordan, his cloak covering his face, only showing his cheeks. Underneath the hood, he noticed his cheeks were stained red with blood streaks. Jordan wondered what happened to the figure, but decided not to ask. Now wasn't the time, he needed to get home. He noticed the man's robes hung down to his feet, buttoned up so you couldn't see his clothes. "I see he's awoken. How is the hole in your roof" he looked back to the girl "it'll hold up for now, nothing else has fallen off of it but I had to block off that part of the house."
The man nodded as she spoke and handed her some pink wood "for your roof" he said flatly and turned back to Jordan. "I'm James. Most call me Waglington or Wag however. Choose which you like, may I ask what you name is?" his voice was smooth and calming as he spoke. It calmed Jordan, if he spoke long enough without holding conversation. "I'm Jordan...or Sparklez, most call me Sparklez." He debated but decided to ask "have you seen Ianite anywhere...I need to speak with her" he hoped they had, he was sure she was worried about him. The two exchanged glances before Sonja spoke up "Lady Ianite hasn't been around in awhile..." she said solemnly. Wag spoke up "you're not from around here are you?" Jordan wanted to answer but he wasn't sure, he had never heard of Dagrun or ruxomar. He thought he was in his realm but he wasn't sure so he just shook his head no. Waglington sighed "I figured so...you have an eerie physik to this old legend. It was about a man named Spark. He was Ianite's lover, husband. They had children together. No one knows if they're real. There is one thing though, Ianite. She has been in hiding since her husband disappeared. At least, that's how the legend goes."
Jordan sat in silence, trying to register what he had just been told. "Am I in a different realm" he wondered to himself...maybe they knew. "Uh, have you guys ever heard of Ianerea?" A look of confusion crossed their faces. Jordan assumed they hadn't based on their looks. "I'm guessing not....great. I don't belong here. Freaking tornado." The pair both exchanged curious glances again. "I was picked up by a tornado and was knocked out by a cow. Next thing I knew, I was here" he explained. "I think i read something about his somewhere in one of my history books. Let me check in my library. Uh, Sonja, yo should notify Tom and Tucker that he's awake" Wag directed as he pointed to Jordan. With that, he walked out.
A few hours later, there were two new faces in the room, along with Sonja and James. One wore a tuxedo with a red tie. Jordan soon came to know that he was infected with a virus as a child that caused him to morph into a zombie but retain the usage of the brain. His name was Tom, he was very nicely dressed young man, he wore the suit well Jordan commented to himself. The second one wore fingerless gloves and brightly colored hat with red sides and brim, the very front being a white patch. He had on a white shirt with blue jeans and a blue vest over that. His name was Tucker. He seemed like a good dude and honestly, Jordan didn't seem to mind him.
While waiting for the others to get back, Sonja had told him that they had all grown up together and given each other nicknames, hence the weird names. Things started to go a little crazy however when Wag walked in with his history book.
