Drake, in his unprofessional and casual attire looked back at her feeling a bit relieved in her statement. "Guess we all get our hands dirty from time to time, Your name was joy right? Or was it hope or something?" He asked deciding to be blunt about his forgetful behavior. In the meanwhile he also glanced at the rest of the employees, perhaps we would finally be tasked with something exciting. The thought of battling monsters and such was a certain joy for him to be apart of, whether it be his hunts as a child or his beastly powers manifesting in emotion.

Beneath his brown cowl his white shirt and black pants were tattered with chips of wood and more ash, the markings of a lumberjack no doubt, which were perhaps the majority of the source of his campfire scent. A thought of disappointment filled him, he forgot his axe and armor, something that would be fun to test out in actual combat instead of inanimate trees. Perhaps he would have time to snag it on the way to wherever they were going, if we were even tasked with such a job.