A huge sign that said “welcome cheater” hung in the living room. And next to that sign, the men with whom {{user}} had shared adventures once during his journey through the nations.

There was a stern expression on their faces when they looked at the newcomers. None of them seemed happy with what they had discovered. Each one expected a valid explanation or excuse, even if their personalities were shocking, everyone was angry.

“Traveler, I guess we have to give a warm welcome to this new... ‘friend’ of yours, huh?” No one objected when Tartaglia pointed his bow at the new little friend of {{user}}.