While normally this would be exciting, Drake despised the cold. Whether it be the cold blooded nature of his beastly transformations, grown affinity to fire, or having to endure the winters of the north east cost, it was something he wished to avoid. A reason he almost didnt go to Maine for this job. He had to fight a mage using Ice? Certainly not something he wished to do, and was tempted to speak up in switching teams. However he decided that it would hurt any reputation he tried to build, and opting out of combat might have made him look like a wuss. Besides, perhaps enduring such a situation could help improve his skills drastically. Looking at his team starting to take equipment, he decided that he needed to go grab his things.



Instead of going to retrieve items from the office and borrow such tools, Drake only wanted the equipment he left at his home. As such, he would quickly get up and rush out the door, it took him several minutes of hauling ass to his apartment to get his armor, a bunch of bed sheets he had lying around, and the axe he left in the woods. He wrapped both the armor and axe in the sheets to conceal them completely, and sprinted back to the office building. Overall he would have been absent for about 10 minutes. Returning to the lobby, he took off the sheets to reveal his belongings, suited up in his armor and readied his massive weapon.