Albatross looked troubled, new gray hairs sprouting out his ears from stress, watching me approach the entrance of Hornet with an unfamiliar face. He'd been reassigned to scout duty, since the last scout, well...let's just say you need a head to scout a place. He hid his hands deep inside the sleeves of his huge cloak and approached me with an air of dignity, but I could see right through the mature facade.

A bitterness brewed inside him. Overlooked because of the assumption that ...