"Worlds for every star in the sky..." Albel mulled it over. Before, he wouldn't have believed it -- wouldn't have even thought about it. It was too expansive. But now? After where he'd been, what he'd seen -- who he'd met. And that was before arriving here. So now? Now he could believe it. "Hm."

"As for these other 'heroes'..." Albel stood and shook his head. "You may be right. Half these worms are children, the others..."

He shook his head again. None of them looked like they knew their way around a sword or a shield, except maybe that man with the gauntlet like his... They couldn't fight their way out of a picnic basket.

"Useless," he muttered.