"We still have quite a bit of time before the agreed meeting time," Marilyn answered. "We're waiting for one more person, though. But while we wait, let me introduce you."
"Missing wh—"
Elion barely got the words out before the unfamiliar pair stepped forward.
"Actually, why don't you two introduce yourselves?" Marilyn said. "Elion, you can do the same."
The man stepped forward first.
He wore something vaguely similar to Elion's bodysuit, though his looked more like a cheaper leather variant.
"Hello. Name's Cole." He stretched out his hand. "I've heard quite a lot about you, Elion."
Elion shook it with a nod, feeling the guy's oddly loose grip.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Hope we work well together." From Elion's own observations, Cole was probably an agility-focused fighter.
The man had four daggers on him.
Two were strapped to either side of his waist, while another pair rested against his chest inside fitted sheathes.
