Jaeger wasn't entirely sure how it'd happened, but the trade had left him with more friends than he thought he'd ever have. People had been unkind to him in the past, what with his being a remnant and all that. It was hard to let go of when your particular mutations were so animalistic and visible in nature compared to some. Horns, reptilian eyes, clawed  hands and feet, and a tail reminiscent of a gator - or a croc, it was a mix, honestly - made it hard to hide what he was. Who he was too. His appearance was pretty damn unique.

That'd worked for him in the past when he'd wanted work escorting caravans as a mercenary, or when he'd been hired to assassinate someone in a rival family or what have you. Of course, assassinations for him had to follow a certain set of rules. No children. No innocents. And if the one hiring him harmed any of the aforementioned? He was far more likely to turn on his employer if they'd dared to propose such a deal to him, and thus those who approached him tended to be those who'd had the law fail them, and needed someone to mete out punishment instead.

Now? It'd been long enough that some had suspected the old assassin and marksman dead, and they weren't far off - his knowledge of how his skills should have worked was still all up there, between his ears. but actually executing it? His body had failed him time and again. Had he allowed himself to wallow, that might never have changed, but he'd recovered from devastating wounds twice before - when his mentor and father figure Grizzly had betrayed him and again after the confrontation with Snow. 

He just had to keep moving, whether he was ready or not for whatever events his path happened to cross. He could only hope - and pray - that he was ready. Fighting alongside Snow again had made him feel far more at ease than he had after the trade prior to this one. They'd faced - and nearly died at the hands of - one of the Nemesis, and then an entire team of them. The Rogues Gallery. 

Had it not been for Jimmy he likely would have died there, his first death, which was actually a shocking thing to consider when you thought back on how long he'd lived and how many dangerous situations he'd placed himself in. Jimmy's body had almost been stolen, and if not for the combined efforts of himself, Snow, and a handful of others, he might have sunk. But they'd saved the foolhardy man.

He'd also been able to join the Paladins of the Wastelands, something that he'd been interested in since he'd heard about them from Allie, Snow, Jimmy, and then Silence and Weaver as well. It'd seemed like the perfect way to continue to protect and guide those in the areas they lived and traveled in. 

Now, if he could just get the nagging feeling that everything was going to come crumbling down around them to go away, he'd be golden.

Finding himself face to face with Snow had been jarring, to say the least. ​He'd not been in Mourning Glory long when the call for aid down in the mines had occurred. He'd not had word about Allie yet, and while he didn't know anyone in Mourning Glory (that he'd known of at that point), he felt obligated to help. Despite all that he'd had happen, despite the many times he'd wanted to believe the best of people and had been repaid with a dagger in the back, he couldn't not help when it was asked.

This time though, it'd brought him several surprises of the sort he liked. It'd been some time since he'd seen Charity and Silence, and though the former had been stuck above-ground, the latter had been at his side nearly from the first moment they'd found each other. He'd also found Allie - to his great relief - and had met the man who'd kept her safe when the town had fallen. It was a tragedy, to be sure, but he was extremely grateful that she'd been spared.

Running into Snow hadn't been something he'd been enthused about to start, as their last meeting had left him with multiple scars as a reminder. That said, the man had changed a great deal and was now the sort that Jaeger wanted to watch his back. 

The Delve had been a hell of a ride, with raiders and undead all over the place and there'd been several chances for him and Snow to work together, which had resulted in a grudging sort of truce - more for Allie's sake than anything else. He'd not seen Weaver at all that trade, though Silence had clung to him more than a little. The moron had gotten himself fractured, and as Jaeger was one of his two lovers, it'd been natural for them to spend the evenings together. 

Between that trade and the upcoming one, Jaeger had spend a lot of time just roaming the town, and the areas around it, to really get familiar with the lay of the land. He'd done a lot of hunting to stock up on regular food, and had bribed a few people to get it cooked into something decent. While he could make edible food, to say it was good was a lie. That was something he needed to fix at some point.

Not anytime soon though. Rumor had it that a bunch of Faith Relics had been stolen, and he was determined to meet back up with the others to help out with getting things back however he could. He was still rusty, his injuries still keeping him from his full potential, but slowly and surely he was recovering.