Pysan nodded along with her comment about general disinterest in the scientific process, although it was more just out of good manners than outright agreement. Unlike a lot of other hunters he had a bit more of a general interest in the ecology side of things, learning why monsters behaved the way they did, studying habits and the like. His general excuse was that he thought it made him a better tracker, and trapper, but there was a bit more to it than that.<br/><br/>He didn't speak out loud about his deeper interests in the subject, but instead just carried on towards the blacksmith's shop. The heat of the kitchen farther at their backs, the warmth of the forge approached from the front. It was similar in the heat only, with the smells, and even taste of the air wildly different. The chef's kitchen had a somewhat humid heat to it, with spice in the air tickling the nose and tongue, but here it was just dry heat and the smell of ash. The forge itself was well designed enough to pull all the worst of it out the top, but Pysan still preferred not to spend too much time in here or he'd be blowing soot out his nose for at least 20 minutes.<br/><br/>As they approached the workshop inside the forge he waved to the two vendors working inside, as well as the men behind the equipment belt. Heading up the stairs that carried them around to the rear he approached the railings just above the forge at the back where a young woman carrying a load of heavy metal beams at the front, three men carrying an equal share of the load at the back. When she caught sight of him she waved with one free hand and then dumped her end of the cargo onto the bench, the three men behind lurching with surprise at the sudden shift in weight. "She reached one hand up, sliding the work goggles from her eyes to her forehead, revealing a raccoon like pattern to her face.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"Hey there baby brother."</span><br/><br/>Pysan rolled his eyes and held the book out towards her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"We were literally born on the same day." </span>He grunted, and then held his hand up, holding the book in front of her face to cut off her rebuttle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"And you don't actually know if you were born a minute before me, you know Dad told the story different every time."</span>He finished, then pressed the book into her hands.<br/><br/>The two of them shared a lot of similarities, aside from the general difference in genders. Similarly broad shouldered, Pysan stood 6 foot 2 to his sister's 6 foot 1. His hair was long, black and loose with erratic spikes almost like leaves springing in every direction from a tree, her's was similarly messy, but stark white (save the staining of soot), but she made the effort to tame it back into a long ponytail. They had similar nose and jawlines, although with his sister's chin being slightly shorter, and his eyes were a deep set dark blue, while her's were such a light sky blue as to almost seem white.<br/><br/>They both had their own sets of scars, him with a criss cross on his left cheek just above the jawline, her with one going flat across the bridge of her nose and another down her left eye (thankfully not causing her any apparent eye damage). They both had well toned, athletic builds typical of hunters that primarily used heavy weapons.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"Well, I appreciate this, but on our way back one of the runners told me that the two geniuses decided to go off with a couple palico escorts instead of waiting for real hunters." </span>She muttered, and gave him back the book.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"So it might be best for you guys to get a hunter to run this out to them, and work as a proper escort before they get torn up and left for the Revoltures." </span>Her voice didn't sound like it was joking, and Pysan sighed.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"Great."</span>He grumbled, looking back to Jeanette he raised his brows as if having forgotten she was there the entire time.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"> "Oh, right right. Jeanette, this is my sister, Pylan. Pylan, this is Jeanette. One of the gunners."</span>Pysan stepped back and Pylan hend her soot covered hand out to shake. She was dressed in the typical blacksmith equipment of a heavy set of overalls, which were currently unbuttoned as she wasn't currently at the forge. A dirty grey felt tank top was half drenched with sweat and she smiled.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"Pleasure to meet you Jeanie."</span>