Primus backs up, grabbing Bryce’s hand and pulling him back with him. Whipp follows suit, backing up even further than them and placing a hand firmly on her rifle case. It takes Slick a moment to even realize something’s wrong, but scampers on behind them anyway. Bryce also keeps a tight hold on one of his bag’s straps, whispering to Primus that he has some things ready in case of trouble.
Primus listens to your suggestions and says that he’d like to talk first, if that’s okay with the party. Whipp motions for him to go ahead, still visibly considering getting out her rifle and shooting them down.
Primus greets the new TCP- his name is Primus, and it’s very good to meet someone new! Do they think he needs help down here- if there’s something that they haven’t noticed, it’d be really nice if they could come down and point it out.
The mask type giggles shrilly, rolling around and letting their head loll over the wall. How sweet, how hospitable! What a charmer you’ve got here- but… They gesture to Whipp and her vice grip on the rifle case. They think they’re nice and comfy up here.