Wingman
"...?!"
A rather colorful group entered the tavern on the outskirts of the Gluttony territory, cashing quite the steer and confusion amongst the patrons.
Some of them recognized the famous adventurer party, the Dandelions - but no one knew who the other two were.
A freckled young woman with the disturbingly blood-red hair leaning against the arm of the seven-foot-tall undead donning heavy-looking armor with the black gem set in the middle of the chestplate, with the shining golden shield with a fist-sized ruby in the middle attached to his left forearm.
Normally, seeing someone fawning over an undead monster to such an extent would cause more than just a few frowns and a whole slew of righteously angry whispers since such a thing clearly went against the teachings of the church of the system's faith.
Normally.