Asdri steps aside and gestures to his companions with a sweeping motion, his voice carrying just enough pride to be felt, but not flaunted.
"Uncle, allow me to introduce my companions," he says. "This is Pyke—our frontline, and probably the only man I've seen break a tier 5 beast's jaw with one swing."
Pyke grunts a casual nod, tapping the handle of his massive greataxe.
"Ingra, our mage. Don't let her silence fool you—she's turned more armies to ice than I care to count."
Ingra inclines her head politely, the crystals in her robe catching the light.
"Famir, our scout and archer. His arrows land before you even know he's drawn."
Famir winks, casually spinning one of his frost-tipped arrows between his fingers.
"And Valia," Asdri finishes, voice softening just a little. "Our healer. She's saved more lives than the rest of us have taken."
Valia offers Zinov a gentle smile, her crescent staff resting lightly against her shoulder.
