After much insistence by McJudgin that every raid worth anything had a rogue, the group began to make its way to Old Town.  Along the way, the young paladin tried to teach the raven haired girl the basics of healing as a holy warrior.  But the more information he gave her, the more frustrated she became.

          Specialkidd giggled.

          “You’re kind of salty.”

          Surei grimaced, her cheeks flushing.

          “I am NOT salty.”

          “You kind of are,” McJudgin agreed.

          “Salty Surei!  Salty Surei!” Killushot mocked in a sing-song voice.

          Surei scowled, following the others through the gates of SI:7 and into the courtyard lined with fighters training on target dummies.  McJudgin rubbed his little chin thoughtfully, glancing around until he noticed a small boy with a wild ponytail shouting and bashing away at a little dummy with his training sword.

          “Oooooh, we should get him to come with us!” Specialkidd announced excitedly.

          Prunced studied the little warrior carefully.

          “He seems angry,” he mused.

          “Exactly,” McJudgin said with a wicked smile.  “The angrier… the better.”

          He called out to the boy.

          “Warrior!”

          The boy looked over his shoulder, then casually slung his crude sword over his back as he approached the band of misfits.

          “What?” he asked curtly.

          “We are making a raid to answer a call for aid,” McJudgin began.  “We could use a warrior of your skill to help us in our quest.  Will you join us?”

          The dark haired boy looked at them thoughtfully.

          “Can my friends come?”

          Hotsndots gave him a broad smile.

          “Sure!”

          McJudgin held up a hand.

          “Are they any good?”

          The little warrior smirked.

          “Really good.  We made a club.  We’ve already done a bunch of quests.”

          At that moment, two night elf rogue boys suddenly appeared out of nowhere, one with a training dagger pressed to Killushot’s throat and the other smacking Surei on the head with a stick.

          “Get off me,” the little hunter said, shoving the rogue away.

          “Ow!” Surei cried out, rubbing her head as she glared at the second rogue.

          The little Kal’dorei boy shrugged, grinning at her.

          “It was supposed to sap you.  I’m learning.  I’ll get it.  I’m Stabstuff!”

          “You like to stab stuff?” the paladin girl muttered with a grimace.

          He grinned.

          “That too.”

          The warrior boy snickered.

          “I’m Braxte.  This one,” he mused, gesturing towards the first rogue, “Is Tagolaria.  And that mage over there is the leader of our club, Amaterasu.”

          They all turned to watch the little girl flinging spells and blasting a target dummy with streams of fire.  McJudgin watched in interest, nodding in approval.

          “A fire mage?  I’ve heard frost is better.”

          “She only uses fire.  She likes fire,” Tagolaria said with a grin.

          Amaterasu glanced back over her shoulder.

          “I like fire.”

          The paladin shrugged.

          “Right.  Well you guys seem good.  You guys have a club?”

          Braxte crossed his arms, furrowing his brow.

          “The best club.”

          “Want to be in our club?”

          The four friends all glanced at each other for a moment before Amaterasu shrugged.

          “Sure.  Why not.”

          As the growing band of little raiders began to leave the courtyard, McJudgin gave the warrior a very serious look.

          “But me and Specialkidd are the tanks.  No taunting.”

          Braxte almost looked offended.

          “I never taunt!” he insisted.

          “I don’t believe you,” the paladin said with a snicker.

          “I CAN TANK!” Tagolaria offered.

          “By the Light… please no,” Surei whimpered, looking anxious.