None of this seemed to be making any sense. This new comer seemed to speak as if he knew what was going on, and if what John was saying was to be believed the new comer was responsible for sending John here.
And look at the rest of them, some one in what looked like prison fatigues, an obviously very sick man who appeared as if he had just come straight from a hospital bed, another who had fallen from God knew where and should be dead...
Again, shaking his head Jared stayed where he was, slightly apart from the others and tried to remember what had happened before he got here. He remembered sitting with the pale man in the bar. And then not being able to move... had he been drugged?
Then everything was blurry, but he could hear the man's whisper of a voice in his mind, 'You are the tool I need to win. An empty vessel, to be molded into the perfect playing piece. Ah, this time I can't fail... '
There was more, Jared was sure, but he couldn't remember it for now. "What the hell is going on? What do you mean 'The Gnome'?"