Upon hearing the man shouting, the stranger took upon a strange stance: he spaced his legs out in the fashion of a master fencer but poised his arms over his waisted armaments like a desperado samurai, ready to draw either firearm or sword. "Cult? I know not of what you speak of." The man began to a analyze every component of the cowboy. [i]Firearms - lots of them. Duster looks somewhat akin to Tribal design. Enough weapons and armour to be company-funded... Possibly Iconoclast.[/i] "Who are you and where am I?" The man's eyes burnt with determination and panic like a cornered animal.