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			"Really? What's weird about them, if you don't mind me asking?"
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</blockquote><br/>Pysan swallowed the last bit of bread that he had used to mop up what remained of the juice and soup from his plates, never having been one to leave leftovers and washed it down with the last little bit of his drink. "It's...hard to explain. They just don't really move or act like I'm used to. I know we run into a lot of weird stuff in the New World, but this is still rubbing me the wrong way." He muttered, and handed off his platter of dishes to the Palico that came by to clean up. "They seem weirdly co-ordinated and...there's just something about their shape that's off. I haven't gotten a chance to see them close up."<br/><br/>As she asked about his sister he held in a sigh for a moment before letting it out. "Tinker is a word for it. She's more of a melt and hammer...er...She's technically a hunter too, we came into it together, but once we got here and folks started digging out new relics she started to spend more and more time in the shop and less in the field." He recounted, leaning back in his chair so that the front two feet rose into the air. "The blacksmiths appreciate it, usually we end up throwing our muscle at the monsters, but they're glad to have a bit of that hunter strength hauling metal and hammering steel for them too."<br/><br/>He let the chair straighten back out and absentmindedly grabbed the hilt of his sword. "Actually, I need to go give her the scouting report so she can pass it off to the researchers, if you wanted to swing by and say hi."