For Saint Germain to appear out of nowhere and speak nonsense was nothing out of the ordinary and the Dungeon Raiders were already on the know about his circumstances more or less thanks to Uriel's investigation.
"Shut up, Ponce. You speak out of your ass, but never actually say anything. We're going back inside the dungeon and that's it." Nika grunted. A throbbing vein popping in her head made her realize she was actually angry and now she really understood what Uriel went through all the time he decided objectives. Now that he was always moody didn't surprise her, if anything, she wondered how did Uriel managed the pressure, but then Walter spoke adding fuel to the fire that was Nika's mood.
"Ponce as in Ponce de Leon? The Spanish conquistador who looked for the fountain of youth? If you're here, then it means you were successful."
"More or less," Saint Germain dodged the subject then insisted. "you may not believe me, but my intentions are good."
