Daud was breathing heavily, though the air was oddly calm outside of the sphere. Sextus seemed to be unflustered by the dramatic shift, so Daud assumed that it was just the way of the world. Still, whatever this afterlife was, it was a very odd place. Daud had his new boots and his sword, though, so things were not bad. Plus he had a group of people to stick with which should help him survive longer.
The two English speakers were talking now, but Daud couldn't understand either of them anymore and his hand no longer tingled as it had in the sphere. Apparently the power which translated for them would only work inside the spheres. That was a bit unfortunate, especially because Daud hadn't had any time to pick up their language. Joseph did know some scant Latin, so it was possible to communicate with him.
After a brief exchange between the other two, Joseph told Daud that the group would have to go. It was terrible Latin and sounded worse than the butchered Latin of the Germanics. It got the point across, though, so it would do for now. It seemed that Jason was to be in the lead, though Daud thought that the giant would not be the best person for the job.
"Expecta paululum. Sextus ubi forte nos eamus, magis novit," said Daud. He motioned with his hands while he talked. First, both his hands, wide open waived down, trying to calm the other two. He next gestured to Sextus as he mentioned the man, and then tapped his own head, implying knowledge. Hopefully the other two would get the gist of his message, so Daud also turned to Sextus and asked him where he would suggest they go, if he knew any better than they.
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