[u]His posture slightly relaxing, his right hand moves away from the handle of the strange dagger. However, his left stays close to the handle of the pistol as a precaution against any unexpected trickery. He stands up straight, brushing his blood-soaked cape aside.[/u] "[i]Frail promises made by a fellow hinter, how quaint. Alas, I am struggling to keep this place pure, and a fellow hunter would be useful... Yes, yes indeed, even somebody who can and will hinder our progress would be of some use...[/i]" [u]He chuckles softly as he talks out loud to himself, his conversation going as if the other hunter wasn't even there.[/u]