Grian had just sent Skizz and Mumbo off to do a job, one where they hopefully don’t manage to kill themselves, again. He’d wasted half his own life’s just to bring those other two off of red, yet every step was like throwing yourself into a rose bush. Painful, honestly.

He finished patching a creeper hole that chipped at the beginning of their first bridge before the familiar chime of a wildcard becoming active rung through his mind.

“Alright.. well, hopefully those two can manage.” Grian muttered, not feeling at all threatened by whatever this wildcard could be.