The first person he noticed, sitting on a wooden chair, was Lana.
She was looking at him with anticipation, her gaze filled with trust and expectation.
She was one of the two woman in the 'Crimson Moon Squad', and so except for her, Stark knew nobody else.
Stark then switched her gaze to the other members, analyzing them all in the process.
There was a man with silver hair and pale skin, dressed in a neat suit, and a staff in his hands, he immediately got up from his seat once Stark's eyes fell on him.
[Class: Magus]
[Level: 109]
"Welcome, Stark. I'm glad you could make it. My name is Lance, I heard lots of things about you from our little Lana here," he nodded in approval.
"Shut up, old man, don't say anything else if you know what's best for you…" Lana groaned, a fierce expression on her face.
"Haha~ sure sure, wouldn't wanna put off your crus-"
An arrow came flying toward Lance, landing right next to his head.
