Travis watched as the new arrival downed the health potion, and was happy to see her health bar quickly increase in size. Being low on health always left him nervous, as it was just another opportunity to be killed. After hearing her talk for a moment, he realized that they were likely heading to the same place. He wondered if Sebastian would extend another party invite to her. There was always strength in numbers, and theirs were meager at the moment. “I’m Travis. Travis Ironhide.” The mercenary addressed the runner with a quick smile. Sebastian was the party leader, so there wasn’t much else that Travis could do except introduce himself. It never paid to be unnecessarily rude, that was something that had been drilled into his head in the other world. A quick look over his shoulder showed that the Jester was gone, probably still on the other side of the brush that the duo had shoved through frantically moments before. The dark made him nervous, though not because of the darkness itself. What scared him about the dark, was the fact that there were creatures lurking in it. They were always prepared to pounce, to attack— As if to prove his point something darted from the shadows. Travis stifled a cry, determined not to blow their cover. It darted towards Sebastian, apparently interested in the pouch hanging off his waist. At the last second, it changed directions instead leaping at him. He had almost shield bashed the little thing, and was glad he hadn’t when he finally realized what it was. A fox hung from his coin pouch, an obvious glint in its eyes. Travis couldn’t help but give a perplexed look at before tapping it on the head lightly with the handle of his sword. “You would do well to remove your teeth from my gold little fox.” He commented to the so called animal. “I do not take well to thieves.” He trailed off, staring at the creature’s face. Truth be told, he wasn’t angry in the slightest. The whole situation was a little comical. Still though, it was awkward to have a live animal attached to his side.