"Yes, I am..." Aster nodded, a little wary.
After all, the person before him called him with his full name, as if expecting to see him there. "And you guys are?"
"Ah, sorry." The man, who was a lizardman with red scales, scratched his bald head and smiled. "I'm Three-O-One, a part of the Black Numbers. We're here to search for Aster Mistral and his party members, who got randomly teleported across various floors of the dungeon."
"A rescue team...!"
Of course, Aster didn't know what the "Black Numbers" were, or their importance. Still, he could tell that they were rescuers sent to help him and the girls out. "That means someone already got out before me. Is everyone safe?!" he asked immediately.
Of course, he knew they were all alive since their names were still up on the Adventurer's cards. However, just knowing they're safe, and knowing about their current state, were entirely different.
The bald lizardman, Three-O-One, smiled wryly.
