"That was amazing, friend," the man who played the thief said, stretching his hand out for a shake.
Ning shook it. "Thanks."
"I'm Sandstorm, ranked 42," the man said. "You are him, right? The new guy."
"I'm Blackfang," Ning said, looking closer at the man.
Sandstorm was a dark-skinned man, who he at first thought was a regular human, but upon noticing some fuzziness around his ears, he looked closer and saw some goat-like eyes on the man.
Looking below, he saw hooves instead of legs and soon realized the man was a satyr. He was more human than satyr, and Ning wondered if he had a human parent perhaps.
That's not the sort of question one could just ask, though.
"That's a scary name," Sandstorm remarked with a giggle. "I'll remember that. I doubt I will be able to forget it anyway. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"It's fine. I'm 35," Ning said.
"Oh, wow!" the younger man said. "You became a hero at 35? Did you just awaken?"
Ning nodded. "How old are you?"
