Amidst the swarm of Storm Riders, one of the bikers pulled back a bit until he was alongside Stratus...near the very back of the group. Leske leaned over in his seat and yelled to Stratus over the noise. "Where were you?" he didn't expect to see Stratus among the main group of Storm Riders. After all...Leske wasn't even sure if Stratus was actually a member of the gang. But usually the kid was tagging along like a lost puppy and Leske tended to keep an eye on him. "Please tell me you didn't talk to any of those weirdos back there!"<br/><br/>Leske had seen the strange group. Took one look at them and had flashbacks of his own time in an eclectic adventuring band. The PTSD was almost nostalgic.<br/><br/>"If you talk to people like that then before you know it-OH SHIT!" Which was when Leske spotted the Dayman riding towards them at top speed.<br/><br/>"Oh god. Not him.  Anyone but him."