[color=ed1c24][h2]Angel Ferrara[/h2][/color]

Angel looked between the three other members of the delegation, slightly taken aback. It was clear he hadn't expected to be asked to stay inside the village; if anything, the androgynous young man seemed to be slightly fidgety, as though the mayor's appearance had reminded him of how cooped up he was feeling in town.

[color=ed1c24]"You...you could use me, though,"[/color] he suggested to Rei. [color=ed1c24]"I know little border towns like this, and even if you're faster than me I'm still the best tracker in the gang. I could help out lots if you're following game paths or anything like that."[/color]

Then again, Cyare had been needling him since they'd first departed about spending time patrolling with her when they reached Myrtle Town. The way she said it, Angel was the most personable, cheerful person of the four, and the young chef's devil-may-care vibe would endear him to the people faster than any of them. Angel didn't know what that had to do with patrolling with Cyare specifically, though...

Unless...

[color=ed1c24][i]Ohhh![/i][/color]

One chef per team! So that if Rei's scouting took longer than anticipated, they still had a mage capable of feeding everyone! Cyare was so cool; she was such a survivalist, always thinking two steps ahead on how to benefit the group. That must be why she was such a Tactical Mage.

[color=ed1c24]"But I can do whatever,"[/color] he demurred brightly. [color=ed1c24]"I can help whoever wants the help!"[/color]