So fare... the League hunters are taking a rest. Yet all of them are currently taking watch points on all heavily populated city.

*a dapper gentle men hearing a one eyed iron helmet enters in* <br> <br> Confederate Victores Valentine, you summoned me?

*nods to what the hunter said* <br> <br> Likewise Confederate. I know the feeling about this. I like to see the beast within us all when fighting... but don't fall deep into your inner monster. Farewell. <br> <br> *vanishes in a blue mist*

*hears Pyrrah's giggle and looks* <br> <br> Are you the friend of the Hunter?

...? Anyone working in this damned complex? <br> <br> *Impatiently waiting for his order*

Well, when I was on my way here I saw Confederate Valentine but his Kos parasite was both poking out and leeching his very blood for sustenance, and ontop of that he was crying in sadness and pain. It was the first time I have seen him crying so badly... poor man.

*enters in while having his Whirligig saw strapped on his back* <br> <br> Greetings fellow ladies and gentlemen. <br> <br> *bows down and takes a seat*

Thank you sir. <br> <br> *takes off his iron helmet and drinks it whole*

Friend of the hunter, keep an eye of Confederate Hunter. If he goes into the deep end of madness and his suffering. Build up the courage... and but a bullet in his head. It will reset his mind I am sure of that. Bartender, I would like this please if you have it. <br> <br> *points to the Crevice Spike on the menu*

I would like to have something bitter and classy.