[In a hut right outside Ragon City.]
The outskirts of Ragon City were a decaying wasteland of abandoned structures, perfect for hiding an army. At the moment, a group of men and women stood in the Wooden hut, looking at one another, their faces filled with confusion, disdain, rage and disappointment.
"Why are we even here?! Why did the second Lord call all fifty-five of us to this dirt filled city?" A man yelled, holding a battleaxe, which handle length was half his height. His heavy armor and thick musculature marked him as the party's primary tank, built to draw aggro but currently possessing no target for his frustration.
"We are fifty now, where are the others?" A lady asked, standing on a pole, completely balanced. Her Agility stats were clearly optimized.
