"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Came the reply from the Hunter. If the boy was ex-SAD or whatever the -blam!- you have these days, he would notice the similarities to similar other people within the Dojo. "I Didna do anything, and I don't mean any trouble." His deeply cockney accent and gravely voice placed his age at around maybe early twenties. His face was mostly obscured by his hat and cowl. at his sides was a large saw of sorts, and an old tyme-y blunderbuss