Crispin eyed up the dun adventurer ahead of him, their tail and mane neatly braided up and the armour coating them rattling with every step. 

"So, Hund, what is it you bring along for the illusion of safety?"
Crispin inquired, having been hired to interview the up-and-coming adventurer. 

"My armour, weapons." Hund would start, glancing back towards the grey. "As well as my keen skillset, of course." They'd continue, a smile painting their face before they'd focus their gaze ahead once more. 

Crispin would sigh and shake his head, all these newfound adventures made his head spin. He was grateful some of them were at least smart enough to hire a mercenary from the guild, as he was certain it would end in their doom if not.