"Well, hey Roy. My name is James but everyone cool calls me Stinger." Stinger took notice in that Roy was moving closer to him. "Do you think I belong here? I think I'm too young. The people here scare me" Stinger hadn't a clue why he trusted Roy, but he just had an air about him. Stinger looked all around him and saw the people, all older than him, sparring. He felt scared, terrified even. He knew that if he wasn't extremely careful, he'd get hurt or maybe die. Then he'd never be able to seek vengeance. Stinger decided to reach for his knife, in case.