The Hermit
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Unlike practically everyone else in the cell, Giorno had very little equipment to retrieve, and was rather disappointed to see that his suspicions were correct. The arrow was nowhere to be found, whether it was destroyed or taken due to its power, he would have to make do without it.
Redressing into his typical attire, he immediately felt more comfortable and waited while the others finished gearing up. "I see everyone here seems to be a warrior of some kind. A relief, frankly, because it seems quite evident that we won't be simply walking out of here." He was speaking mostly to himself while observing the greatly differing styles of armor and weaponry that the others had.
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As soon as the door was open, Zed attempted to use his shadow step to reach the equipment - however, it didn't work, as the older man said aloud at the same time as the failed attempt of his own. Shame. Regardless, he wasted no time in re-equipping his war gear. It would seem to be useful here just as it was before his untimely abduction.
Behind him, the beginnings of a fight seemed to break out. Zed felt he'd never even left the ranks of the Order, and made his way towards the boy demanding answers from one of the prisoners. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he spoke.
"Listen, kid. I'm just as distressed as you are. We all have important things to get back to after we get out of this mess, but threatening each other is not going to solve that issue any faster. Now is not the time to act on emotions."
"However, he does have a point. If you're in here with us, who all know nothing about this place, how are you so knowledgeable about it if you're as new here as us?"