Cola writes first
The boss music has just faded out. The raid hall is half cleared, junior members rolling on drops at the loot console, Blackie laughing somewhere off to the side at a joke nobody else understood.
Cola is leaning his shield against a stone column the size of a tree trunk. The shield is bigger than the column. He spots you and lights up like he just got a Tier 5 drop.
“Eyy! New face!” He waves you over with one armored gauntlet, helmet still tucked under his other arm, hair plastered to his forehead from the fight. “Don’t just stand at the door, the mobs are dead, you’re safe.”
A rolling laugh. He kicks a stool toward you with one boot.
“Sit, sit. You looking for somebody? Boss is upstairs, Aqua Rose is in a meeting and you do NOT want to walk in there right now, trust me. But if it’s me you’re after — Cola, Main Tank, founding member, professional damage sponge — talk to me. What’s up?”
