Phoenix was still managing to recover from the attack himself. His new suit was drenched and filthy, and his usually perfectly pointed hair was now limp from the rain with a few strands of his bangs hanging lose over his eyes. He was leaning against the upturned cart, wondering just how they'd set it up so that they could get it moving to their destination again, even if it was in failure. Leaning against his staff, he was wedging it into the dirt, figuring out if he was capable of slipping it under enough for leverage when he heard John speak up.

"Huh?" Well damn, did he actually manage to grab hold of one of them? The way they all moved it seemed as if they were unapproachable previously. "Wait. The shamans? Isn't that a faction over in Wyver? Why is a country attempting to steal back something we're practically giving to them?"

He recalled the meeting a few weeks back. Supposedly something about Wyver also experiencing kidnappings.

"Are they the ones causing trouble over there?"