"It's good to see you." Without much to talk about, Sujiro took the initiative to leave while he could as Hunter Quentin was slowly approaching their side. "Wasn't he the one that is always drunk in here?"
Sujiro had to hiss before he left the Pint as he looked at Hunter Quentin.
"Were you like this when not drunk?"
"No. But that guy... I don't like him."
"You know he's here most of the time? During the time when you're drunk."
Hunter Quentin pondered for a moment before he decided to have a sit opposite of Ned.
"Just one. That's all you'll get from me."
His voice was deep, unaware of how his face went from comical to a tough one.
"You know what I need."
Hunter Quentin crossed his arms as he threw his back to the cushioned chair.
"Why do—no, nevermind. So you're looking for that beast?"
