*Sneaks in, cape flowing swiftly in the wind, armor clunking loudly, Titan mark hidden well. Slips on cape, thinking to himself, "How do Hunters wear this things without tripping over their own two feet? Gets confronted by a random hunter, asking how the tracking went last night, nervously answers with a "fine, I guess". Eyes the Vodka and Bourbon and sticks a few drinks under his bedsheet cape. Attempts to leave...