"Really? You're not making fun of me, right?" Clint asked me skeptically, and I turned to the blacksmith.
"What is your name? I should have introduced myself and my party first. I am Talon, but I am sure you know most of the others, but the one in blue is Jessel," I explained, and the big man nodded.
"Yeah, I know the local lot, but I have heard stories about you, Nameless God. My name is Grimes," The big man said, and I nodded with a small smile.
"Good ones, I hope!" I said with a laugh, and Grimes smiled with a shrug.
"They all seem to be true from what I have seen so far. You wanna know my opinion on shields?" Grimes asked, and I nodded, and she continued with, "very versatile, but not great at dealing serious damage. Still, I think it would be a good choice for you, Clint. Considering you couldn't hit the side of a barn with a handful of gravel!"
Grimes and all of us but Clint laughed; he was nodding appreciatively.
