Town Center
After what seemed to be hours, the apparent pirate of the group finally broke his long bout of silence, taking the moment to push his hat upwards slightly, better showing his eyes under the shade it provided. In truth, Kyle's death as well as the revelation of the true nature of this plane (in tandem with Zanzetkuken's subsequent reveal and disappearance) had shaken him rather hard, and muting under great diress was his standard protocol of operation.
"I guess I have yet to formally have introduced myself. Propman would be my moniker; got dumped here a day ago along with some other fellows; currently split into two groups as far as I know, with the person who was originally leading us gone missing. Glad to have you all on the team, ladies and gentlemen. Including you too, Kyle...mister Kyle." He took a deep breath; his eyes appeared to be rather red, like they had dust or some other irritant within them.
"But dang it lad, I hope you learned a thing or two about caution! You getting killed was not a fun thing to watch, and we only managed to get out in time because I suddenly learned magic! I really should be the last person that we rely on saving everyone's hides." he took a look at his wrist device. Though it was nifty and managed to save his life, the prospect of having it permanently latched onto his wrist for weeks on end disturbed him nevertheless. A look at the bottom center also revealed that he was one fifth away from level 5, which would make him the most experienced member of the current team.
After getting that out of his chest, the buccaneer turned back to Armach, standing in a stiff pose as to signify some semblance of discipline. "Well sir, since miss- mister- er, Zanzet is no longer with us for the moment, I guess that makes you the group lead. These folk look like they're in need of supplies, and I know of a place that is teeming with food. Could use a dish myself; don't think I've had anything all day."