Drake/Conan/Guy/Azalea
Conan ducked and swerved sloppily to avoid the advancing zombie knight.
"I'm here to take the one on your left. What are you doing?" was his delayed response and Conan wished that he said something wittier, but in the heat of battle there was nothing creative that came to mind. Torn between trying to sass "Drake" and trying to behave in front of "The New Councilman," Conan was at a loss for words. And he certainly was not going to admit to sneaking out of curfew. These monsters were trouble but still stood no chance against his mother.
The young squire was only half paying attention as Drake took down the oncoming enemy with his Aura Bolt, distracted (Oh, he was always distracted by one thing or another) as he swung his dagger at them.
As quickly as he tensed around the mage stranger, Conan relaxed at the council woman's arrival. Shuffling his feet towards her, he asked to adults around him, "Wait, what's going on? What are they?"