The four of them landed a few meters from the group of six. They barely had any clothes on at all. No runic tools or weapons on them either. Vidalia and Souldealer gave them some clothes from their spatial storage before exchanging any words.
Their eyes held the same familiarity and sensibility that Sam knew. Whatever they had been through, at least it didn't fuck with their minds too much.
"Do you recognize us?" Einar asked.
Worldscribe narrowed her eyes. "Not you, but this here is the lightning boy, Sam, right?"
He nodded.
Sesha, beside her, stepped forward, staring at him.
"Where is he? Is he fighting against the demon lord?"
"Calm down. We are not on pigman world. This is our world, and some time has passed since we last saw each other." Sam tried to de-escalate the situation.
