Midtown - Delver's Square - The Ghostly Minstrel
He was unsure of how the old soldier would respond to EDi's slight defiance. There was a very distinct pause between what he had said before Trager said that EDi would be allowed to come along. Part of him was elated, though he firmly restrained the urge to throw his hands over his head and shout exclamations of happiness. This wasn't quite the time. Maybe later, after whatever it was that they were about to do had happened. The scarred elf stood up, as if everything was natural and normal...breaking whatever tension had been creeping up EDi's support column. She agreed! Or at least didn't seem to mind him coming. She moved to the doorway and Trager went to his room. EDi made sure that his ammo sock was secure, and that Pistola was ready to go as he joined the Elf by the door. He tried to have an air of intimidation about his mosey, but was quite unsure of how it had come across. This was just like in the stories! Heroes banding together for a common good! He could hardly contain himself.
What if.....what if people write stories about Us? His mind wondered idly.
He thought about trying to make small talk with the Elf while they waited for the soldier to return, but thought better of it. Instead, he busied himself with trying to slyly get a decent look at her clothing. To himself he peered cautiously out of the corner of his eye, while to others, he seemed to almost be leering at her, eyeing her up and down. She seemed normal enough a person so far, plus she wasn't a soldier, so that might be a good thing. She had a large scar across her face, though with her illusion magic, sometimes it came and went, so he was unsure about it. Many soldiers he had mat had large scars somewhere, and most were unaffected by them, though he wondered idly what had caused the mark. It was then, just as EDi had leaned back a little to look at the reverse side of Adorra's belt, that Trager had returned, now dressed in full kit and looking like a recruitment poster for the veteran military brigade. He stood up straighter, fairly positive that his quick inspection of Adorra's gear had gone entirely unnoticed. Gunslingers like him were supposed to have eagle eyes after all.
At the soldiers quite statement that it was time to go, EDi was already standing there, his fists on his hips, mostly hidden within his ragged poncho. He gave a quick thumbs up that only slightly hampered the image of savvy gunslinger he was going for.
"Ready and willing."