Matt Mercer

I'm sorry I cannot join you, but you must carry on and tarry on without me.

Tarion was addressing you, the members of the Darrington Brigade, the band of swords for hire he had assembled in the years after Vox Machina saved Exandria.

You six had gathered in the loading dock of the Rexxentrum Skyship Port in the capital of Wildemount, suited up for a mission with gear, provisions, and weapons ready.

Now,

For those in the audience who may not be familiar with the Darrington Brigade because it's been like six years since we've done anything with them, please introduce and describe your characters, starting over there with President of the CRF, Ashley Jenkins.

They took a long sabbatical.

Who are you?

I'm not gonna do the description on that voice, is a nine foot tall ogre who hunches over quite a bit.

He's got massive magical goggles given to him by Terry and Darrington that make his eyes massive.

And he's got like a brass chariot on his shoulders.

He's so cute you can keep going forever.

Fair, fair, fair.

It's all about the hand stuff.

I know.

And on top of Buddy's back is a big brass Roman style chariot with a little guy in it.

Last Boys?

Lost Boys!

Triple threat.

Here we go!

Hoity-toity-to.