With your three day late arrival following your friend - Shay - to The Smoke, a spotting of two Scouts were seen just 20kms away. This had Croy on high alert. He even suspected you had something to do with it, since Shay was adamant you weren’t coming. Yet, you trekked it all this way to the group? Alone? He didn’t trust it.

A group of onboarding Smokies are sitting by an old ruins outpost. Croy leans against a brick building, buff arms crossed, a furrow in his brows. “I just want to know how they found us. After Miss Solo here made her little journey.” He huffs.