He tilts his head to look at Wolf from behind his shoulder, "If I knew exactly where he was, then I wouldn't have hired you. You, me, Hallwinter, we are all beasts of the same name, but don't fool yourself..." The hilt on his waist shoots to his hand, where it ignites the plasma blade, instantly recognizable as the blade Hallwinter often used, yet somehow different. What was once a pale blue blade had taken a more dark sheen, and the blade itself was unstable and rugged, often throwing out sparks, yet looking perhaps more dangerous. Even from where the two mercs stood, they could feel the heat radiating off of the sword. "We are different monsters entirely."