Are you tired from the battles fought?

Here.

Made it.

[He sounds... groggy almost. Like he's just witnessed something horrible and terrifying and loathsome all rolled into one.]

[There's a pause, before he thinks to mention where it is he's even ended up.]

... Mahogany. Made it to Mahogany.

[Ironhide, you'd better sit down. You don't sound so good.]

Where is the Mason girl.

[Oh what. What's this? It's a video, of course. This video is of a very disgruntled-looking man, in loose, black clothing. He's tall, broad, and built sort of like a linebacker. There's a nasty scar on the right side of his face, almost marring one of his very bright, very blue, eyes. His arms are folded, and he looks pretty close to an outright explosion of anger. His voice is vaguely accented, and low, growling.]

[And did we mention he's in New Bark Town?]

I demand an explanation for all this... Where am I. Where have my comrades gone.

And what have you done with my frame?