It seemed that people were coming out of the woodwork. Literally. Travis tried to nod at each one in turn, while his grip on his sword tightened. This was the biggest group he had ever accompanied outside the wall. He must keep his wits about him, he shouldn’t be so trusting of everyone. Still, that was no reason to be flat out rude. A few of the faces he recognized from the chaos of the bar earlier.

Before introductions could be made, a spider dropped in on one of the new arrivals, the character had taken a feeble swing in a panic. Most likely forgetting to equip his weapon. Travis cried out as the fangs of the spider sunk into the player’s hand. Sebastian had leapt into action, cutting the creature down without a second thought. The small elfish girl fell to the ground with the man, chanting quietly to replenish his health. 

At the very least he could breathe a little more uninhibited knowing that their party had now obtained a healer. “To everyone who doesn’t know, the name is Travis. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” He spoke to the inhabitants of the clearing. Sebastian commented on the time, and Travis nodded in agreement. “Yes, I agree. Our welcome here is obviously running out.” The tank fell into step with the leader of the party.

The woods darkened and Travis felt his eyes begin to strain to see. For the most part he relied on the sounds of the other party members to guide him, occasionally stumbling a little bit over a obstacles that he couldn’t see.