Alexander sat on a wooden crate, his chest bandaged up. He took his armor and threw it on, strapping everything up. He looked to Crim and Leo, and eyebrow raised. [color=#63D1F4]"Heading out?"[/color] Alexander asked, sitting his sword on his back. He tossed a bloody rag off the crate and stood up, stretching a bit. He was still sore from his injury.