[Speedwagon had already thought of the idea that something rather sinister was afoot. Why else would a common thug wake up in a place like this?

All of it was more then a little strange, and he was having trouble steeling his spine.]

It all sounds like a load of stark rubbish, if you ask for my opinion. [He crossed his arms, looking down at the rules all the same.]

Well... are you asking about the word's meaning, or what it means for us? [Because frankly that part is freaking him out pretty good.]