Lucien stops after aiming his revolver with one hand at a tree, mimicking firing it before he holsters it alongside his sword. For a moment, Tesuto sees the engravings and markings upon his blade: a swirl of Celtic and Oriental depictions of some kind of purgatory battle. "My former people back in my home. Tribals, they called themselves. Ex-Aviators before the Great Scorch came. They took upon the mission of cleaning the world of the Infected abominations. I studied under one of their most difficult disciplines, the discipline of the Wanderer." He gestured to his blade and gun sheathed at his waist.