Utterly Mad

Zar's hand lightly clasped to the handle of his knife, ready to unsheathe it. Blackjack's attitude about this was getting him worried, as were the memories of all the muggings Zar himself had carried out around here. "Well Doc, thanks for volunteering, eh?" He jeered, no small amount of sarcasm in his voice, as he went to trail behind Blackjack and make sure nothing was afoot.