"My second dad." Lyra said, scrolling through a few different pictures. Each one showed Dancing blade teaching Lyra or one of the other ten. "He basically took me in when my first dad died. Never met him before in my life, but he didn't try to be my dad when it hurt and I loved him for that. Great teacher. Never handled anything but a rifle and knife before he found me, but by the time he died I could use pretty much any weapon in the armory. You see the Asian girl there? Names Nami. When I met her, she was the shiest little schoolgirl you'd ever meet, just finished up her primary education. Long Fang invited her on board, and within a week she was slinging spears with the rest of us. He was good at banding people together, you know?" Lyra explained, pulling up a picture of the original 10 sparring with Dancing blade watching over them. in it, they youngest was Lyra at 16, with Mortimer being obvious with his size. They were all wearing simple white cloth robes, but all had customized their robes a bit. Lyra had scrawled onto it a wolf roaring on its back.