The man in question lazily strolled up to Zay. He had a leather jacket with short sleeves and a hood dyed to match the green color of the leaves. Strapped to his back was an ax just a little too big to be considered a hatchet with a single curved blade. He had a belt with various pouches and holstered to his hip was what appeared to be a grapple gun.

	The man yawned and rubbed his bleary eyes. "'Sup Zay." He mumbled groggily as if he had only just awoken.