Travis had only been traveling with Sebastian under an hour, but in that time he realized the player was the most charismatic he had met thus far. The fox had leapt back, its body shimmering, and in its place formed a player. A thief by the looks of him. Travis had been about to step forward to intimidate the man, but both of his party members had step forward to his defense. It was very touching, and Travis could only stand in awe. He found himself truly grateful that he was able to join up with a group like this. 

Instead of attacking however, Sebastian had laughed. Travis was confused for a second before it clicked. This thief had no chance of winning however he looked at it. If he managed to escape Travis’ stuns, the runner would easily run him down needling at him with her throwing knives. It would be a death sentence. That was why Sebastian howled with laughter. Travis remained stoic throughout the whole ordeal, trying his best to look threatening. 

Just as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Sebastian had turned the tables again, and was now offering to party with the newest additions to the group. It was better to let bygones be bygones, since the stakes were higher. Surely they all knew that their best chance of survival was to group up. The mercenary looked around the clearing, straining to see through the inky black. The uneasiness settled over him again. It almost felt like they were being watched. 

“I’m not trying to be the negative one here, but I don’t like being a sitting duck.” Travis added to the conversation. “We’re lucky we haven’t encountered anything besides what she killed.” 

A decent party was now forming, and Travis had high hopes for this group.