Staring at the newcomer from the ground Tahu remained silent. He just glared at yet another kid, who seemed like he would be joining their ‘group.’ Tahu was not even aware they had a group till he was part of it. Grabbing his spear from the dusty ground Tahu stood up, not intending on brushing himself off again. His shorts now looked more like a light brown then an off white while his black shirt just looked duller than usual.
“I’m Tahu,” he said sternly, “can’t say that I’m happy we bumped into each other but…”
The kid looked to be in his teens, form his height at least. The kid, Icarus, looked a bit scruffy with his baggy shirt and shorts. Tahu was not sure what to think of Icarus at this point, but he seemed to cocky for his tastes.
“I suppose it’s better than a fight at this point,” finished Tahu.
Trying to catch what the others thought of this newcomer Tahu glanced around the faces. Not realizing the decreased sounds of combat.
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