"Welcome Valor," Greylord said flatly. They couldn't see his expression from his smooth helmet but they could tell he was frowning. "You took your time."
Valor bowed. "I only made sure to look my best." He was wearing full white clothes now, no longer half naked.
Cook snorted. "Cheeky boy! You are not going for relaxation or playing. You are going to fight and come back with your life," she paused. "If you can."
They shifted at her words but Rota pointed at Valor instead. "Why is he going with us?"
Greylord cleared his throat and looked at Valor. "He will lend an extra hand in the Nightmare prison. You should be glad I'm even sending small help with you and he's peak Pawn rank like you."
