"Hunting?" he asked aloud. The man didn't look like a hunter at all. What kind of hunter wore Victorian-era clothes like that? He cleared his inner questions for a moment. "The name's Mason Cartier. I'm new around here, just opened up a cleaning store right down the way. Y'know, since everyone's always killing and fighting each other here. It's amazing how nobody thought of the idea before I did." His eyes drifted cautiously to the hunter's blunderbuss. He didn't even know if the man in black was mentally stable, considering the Dojo's inhabitants.