Elara, the mage, was the first to step off the ship, her confident aura undiminished. Rylan, the archer, followed suit, his grin undeniably cocky. Selene, the rogue, hopped out, her agile movements belying her calm exterior. Durin, the tank, emerged, towering above the rest with an air of stoic resolve. Aria, the healer, was the last to disembark, her serene presence instilling a sense of calm.
Alen positioned himself slightly apart, well within earshot but intentionally not intruding on their space. He listened as they discussed their plan, nodding internally at their strategic insights. He respected their dedication and skill, but the desire to be the lone wolf remained strong within him.
