"You heat sick, lad?" Standing a few paces away from the hunter was a man that stood in far contrast to most inhabitants of the Dojo. In lieu of sleek cybernetic limbs was a crutch under his armpit and an exoskeletal leg brace over one of his limbs. A cripple, very uncommon in a place where any body part could be healed or be easily replaced by either magic or far-flung technology. He wore khakis and a casual button-down, looking at the hunter curiously with salt and pepper-coloured hair. "Might be all that black you're wearing. It's a hot sunny afternoon, and you're liable to overheat in that thing." The man smiled wryly. "Unless you have some kind of gadget in there that cools you. Wouldn't be surprised, seems that everyone is prepped for everything around here. Still amazes me."