"These people are alien to me. More of you look English, speak English." And he was missing his Eagle Vision - the one thing that had let him know who and what he could believe. He had tried, and... nothing. No blue, no white, no yellow. Just now, all he could do was treat them all as if they glowed red and be ready for the worst.

"How was I brought here, among... if not Crusaders, then civilians? This is unlike any town I've seen." And more, he was unarmed.

He could not, would not, trust this.