Lamb watched as the group began to walk forward into the haze. It was an odd group of characters that had formed. Iwa, who ran into the fog without a moment of hesitation. Kit, who was obviously someone you wouldn't want to mess with. Ash seemed to be little more than a chivalrous weirdo. There was also Kazz, who seemed to be just a masked archer. Lamb noticed that the others seemed to be older than him. He silently walked forward, following behind the rest of the group. The heavy dagger still weighed down his left hand.