It's hours later before Tamminy has found all the willing volunteers she can, and the turnout is pitiful. Apparently, the average adventurer doesn't have much need for looting missions. Disheartening? To say the least. But Tamminy refuses to say it. Not out loud, anyway. Think it? Sure. Fret over it? Sweat over it? Oh, absolutely.

She's not the only one sweating, though. While she waits for Harley to arrive, she and her one-armed human friend are joined by another face that might be vaguely familiar: Zandros Alter, the blonde-haired man who may have caused some slight offense in summer upon meeting Harley. Today he's dressed more appropriately for the weather with his flowing fur cape. At his hip, a thin, slightly curved sword. On his back, a slim, silver heater shield nearly as tall as he is.