Robert regarded the other recruits with a subtle smile.
The sword and shield strapped to his back and the armor around his body made for quite the load to carry but Robert was not a weak man. He was promised adventure and challenges that would test his mettle. It was something he was looking forward to. He was not without his own experience in dealing with the grotesque monstrosities that plagues the lands. His naked body was a collage of scars that told the tales of his past fights and his face was no different. A scratch under his eye and a scar running diagonally through his lips were what people tended to notice first.
After Finlay beckoned them to follow, Robert began walking slowly to try and stick with the group.
"I'm not very good with names. Which ones were the three that I'm with?"