Wyn raised an intrigued eyebrow as the last hunter joined them, carrying more bombs than he could arguably handle. Looking him over, she was taking into account the weight of the bombs and how many she could take from him if it turns out he wasn’t fit to take them all as it appeared he was having difficulty now. Wyn looked over the side of the ship, and her legs quickly spread out with her arms as the ship began to rise from its dock. Wyn looked from side to side, her one eye dashing about the entire deck as she became unsure of her footing. Wyn slowly regained her balance among the floating ship, just in time for it to start taking them to their destination. Wyn’s helmet dangled from her waist and rested on her rear, straps from the helmet and from her belt keeping it on safely, something she was jealous of and wishing there was something similar in place for her. Wyn looked back to the group, and feigned a brief smile. She returned her gaze to the newcomer and cleared her throat.<br/>“Well…I’m Wyn, of Pokke. What is your name…and why did you bring so many bombs? Did you think you would have to take it down on your own?” She chuckled, her armor rattling from the rapid movements of her body as she did so. “But seriously, want us to take some of those for you? Or do you think you’ll be able to magically manage packing all of that into your pocket or something?” Wyn looked over towards you and winked, as much as a one-eyed woman could anyways. She returned her gaze back in front of her towards the group, awaiting a response from everyone else as introductions were sure to be made. They all had to know eachother’s names to call out when they were on the hunt anyways.