The ragtag group of humans and monsters entered a silent city sleeping within the mist.
"Interesting. That guard was way too eager to let you in before even asking you to identify yourself."
Cranberry, proudly walking right by her blue undead while holding hands, looked at Shanks and smirked.
"Did that weapon give you out, or was your face that well known that everyone can recognize you?"
She asked curiously, glancing at the massive sniper rifle that the rat-faced man was carrying on his shoulder.
"If I told you that those kinds of weapons are common, it would be a lie."
Shanks shrugged and affectionately tapped the gun.
