John weaved his way deeper into the town. The confusing array of of streets was enough to get a Hunter lost. But John had been here too many times for that. "He's just up ahead. He went Dark maybe three years back. It's almost four by now. Let's just hope his mind is still in one piece." They came to a small, dirty shack with a sign written in Fallen tongue. John didn't bother to knock and just opened the door. The hinges were in such bad shape there wasn't even a rusty sound. It was a harsh scrapping. A younger man wearing unusually clean leather was behind a counter with his back towards them. He dusted himself off and turned around. "[b]Alright, who are you and wha- NO. GET OUT. JUST GET OUT, RIGHT NOW! GO ON![/b]" The man continued to rant for a short time before John spoke to Eclipse. "Go ahead and step out. I'll talk to him"