Garret half-smiled. Of course Alan had heard the name before. Garret Murdock was one of the best monster hunters throughout Europe, and he wouldn't hesitate to tell anyone that. Whether it was entirely true or not wasn't as clear, but he made a decent amount of rounds throughout the countryside and had slain quite a few nasty beasts. That had to count for something. But, bragging aside, there were places to go and things to do. He watched for a few moments as Alan went in the wrong direction, then picked a seemingly random one. Well, whatever. Anywhere was better than that place.<br/><br/>When Alan introduced himself, Garret shot him a thumbs up. "Nice to meet ya, kid."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>In town, the sound of gunfire was a greeting. Garret rested a hand on his hip and huffed. "One hell of a welcome," He said with a grunt. Oh well. Someone getting shot probably still wasn't as bad as a horde of bandits. At least it was only<span style="font-style: italic">one</span>shot. He was about to start forward again, when Alex decided to make a quip at him. With a raised eyebrow, he pondered the comment for a moment, then simply nodded and closed his eyes. "Yeah, you're right. These people might actually be dangerous. I bet they can actually see where they're shooting." Petty rivalry seemed to be sowing its seeds. What a great start to the adventure.<br/><br/>Insults being thrown aside, he took up a more defensive position, moving slightly in front of Alan. "Alright, restocking. Ain't too big a deal, just stay away from the places you hear loud pops at. Mailman, you been around more than most of us, I'd bet. Let's get to the shop as soon as we can." He directed the last sentence at Alex, then turned to keep eyes on the general direction the gunshot had come from. He didn't want to have to fight again so soon after the huge kerfuffle they'd been in before, but if anyone came at them with a gun, he wouldn't waste a second getting ready for another brawl.