"Uh…Caedrel, who is this?" They both asked practically at the same time, looking over at me with eyes filled with pure confusion.
The two of them slowly got up as they got closer to the both of us while glaring only toward Hank, who was sat with his sword in between his legs with his head laid back against the chair. He looked as if there wasn't an ounce of strength in his body at the moment.
And more importantly, Hank's overall appearance did not help at all when making a good first impression. His hair was all disheveled, his beard was all grown out without any proper care, and the dark circles under his eyes certainly did not help. His overall body was also nothing impressive at all. He practically had no visible muscles that could be seen with the naked eye.
Nevertheless, it was easy to guess that their first impression of Hank certainly wasn't the best.
"Hank, an old friend of mine. He was sent to help me deal with Zero from the looks of it."
