Den Of Wolves

As the group finalized their plans, Legris introduced his companions more formally.

"This is Lira," he said, nodding toward the tall woman with the scar. "She's our frontline defender, best at blocking attacks and holding the line."

Lira gave Neron a curt nod, her sharp eyes assessing him with the gaze of a seasoned warrior.

"And this is Aldric," Legris continued, gesturing to the archer. Aldric was a lean man with sharp features, his bow slung casually over his shoulder.

He gave Neron a half-smile. "I'm the one who'll be keeping the monsters at bay from a distance. Good to have you on board."

Neron returned their nods, keeping his expression neutral. He appreciated their skills, but he wasn't here to make friends. This was a job, nothing more.

Legris seemed to pick up on Neron's cold demeanor but didn't let it deter him. "Don't worry," he said with a grin, "I vouched for you. They trust my judgment."