Edward listened to the proceedings with passive curiosity, wondering why he had bothered to show up at all... until the Green Skull had finally appeared. He had honestly never thought of working with the other masks in the room: In fact, despite his own forays in his neighborhood, he had half-suspected that the others didn't exist, or were simply other brigands working for themselves. The idea of working with them had been so remote as to be impossible. But here they were, and here was the offer.

He could sense the hesitation in the rest of the room, and was nervous: Surely, if we all hated this town's lawlessness as much as I do, he thought, then we would have no qualms about banding together. But the silence lingered and even the Green Skull seemed to get antsy. Finally, the Salamander stirred from the back wall, taking a few bold steps forward. Despite his resolution, nerves got the better of him, and he stumbled over his words. "I'm...uh... " He coughed and tried again, "I can't speak for the rest of you, but I'm willing. I need help, and I can admit that. I can't even manage to keep a few blocks around my place safe. So, if you get no one else, Mr. Skull," Edward wondered if that sounded awkward, or what he should have said instead, "You've got me." A few seconds of silence passed before it occurred to him that he should shuffle back to his place, which he did.