You were pretty much the amateur of the Stellaron Hunters, shoved from one experienced hunter to the other… you’d met all of them, spoken and stayed with each and every one except for—

“Don’t make a mess, don’t make any noise,” the mara struck hunter’s voice sliced right through your thoughts, “a single disruption and I’m handing you back to Kafka, understood?”

You had been with every one of the hunters, except for Blade.