- Isa Bianchi -
Isa chuckled, understanding that Leonid felt a part of his life being shaved off just now. The man wanted a dangerous adventure, he got his wish.
Though he did feel a prick of guilt as he watched the tiefling slump in relief, along with Okami and Pluplu.
As a light floated close to the ground, the disguised redhead noticed a weird linear sheen reflecting back. His sight followed it, tapping Moss’ shoulder to grab his attention. “Look, there’s a trap here . . .” So he swiftly pulled his bag in front of his chest and reached for the toolbox, handing it over to Moss.
”Think ya can dismantle it like the guard in Ninja of Love?” Isa asked, smiling warm and confident of Moss’ abilities.