He begged their pardon for his lack of manners and introduced himself to the group. "John Hackman. Unaffiliated scout," he said, reaching out to shake each of their hands. He moved to speak on but something scrambling from the bushes interrupted him. He flipped his dagger, ready to pounce, but a flash of blue hair and a comically large hammer beat him to the punch.
His eyes grew as Adelyte's warhammer crushed the many-eyed frog, turning it to a eollection of sparkly pixels. Based on first impressions alone, he hadn't pegged her as the capable type. If not for her abrupt display of strengt