[i]Old-Earth armour and weapons. Strange... Tribal?[/i] Upon seeing Tesuto's readiness to draw, the man immediately takes upon a unique stance: legs apart in the gait of a fencer with his hands poised above his waisted armaments, ready to draw either revolver or sword in a flash. "Lucien Farcòn. I'm looking for... A boy. Dark brown hair and eyes with skin like mine. About 15-16. Who are you and where am I?" His eyes burnt with determination and worry for the boy he spoke of. But he would not let panic deter his resolve.