At that moment, a "tin can" clad in Full Plate Armor and carrying a huge backpack suddenly walked over. His Armor resembled Gothic plate, obviously a fashionable and recently Forged set that must have cost a pretty penny.
Just as Colin was sizing the person up, they unexpectedly walked straight toward him.
'Could this be some Mercenary looking for trouble?' Colin thought. 'Just because I glanced at him a few times?'
The tin can walked over, reached up, and pulled up his visor, revealing Albert's somewhat delicate-looking face.
"Hey, Colin, am I late?" said Albert, clad in his Full Plate Armor. "I might have underestimated how difficult it is to walk in Armor."
Colin and Kase exchanged a look with the others, then Colin spoke up. "When is the caravan arriving?"
"Caravan? I mean, you're escorting me, and only me, back to my domain. Was I not clear before?" Albert said with a smile.
The group fell silent for a good while.
"Knew it would be something like this," Kase snorted.
