Don't Mess With The Storm

"I don't have time to waste, I have more important things to do," Warlord folded and left the area with Valentine in hand.

Leaving Blaster, and Dave in the middle of the city square.

The players were still flabbergasted as they were gawking at how the Undead Kis'Shtiengbrah treated the entire affair. Dave on the other hand shrugged, and turned to Blaster," So, where's Jeffery?"

"Here!" came the sound of a player among the group of spectators.

Turning, Dave saw a short guy clad in standard Hunter armor, he wielded a small bow behind his back and wore a brown coat that reached down to his feet. If the player would link the edges of the coat, it would cover him completely.

"Good to see you, Jeff." Dave nodded.

"G-good to see you too, Mr. Skeletal," the player greeted him back, stuttering while he was at it.

"Relax I don't bite. At least not those on my side. So you think you are ready for adventure time with Mr. Skeletal?" Dave asked.