Andrew frowned, considering Alan's request. "I don't think I've met a Zeke, sorry. I'll keep an eye peeled, though." He looked uncertainly down at the kid. He seemed kind of young to be wandering around by himself- although Andrew supposed he wasn't that much younger than himself. "Are you gonna stay in town for a while? I know my mom's kind of, well..." He paused while looking for a word to describe his mom. "Intimidating? But she'll leave you alone." Larissa often would say she a strong policy of not picking on kids, except for her own. Then she would laugh uproariously and slap Andrew on the back which would send him flying. He quickly dismissed this line of thought and said, "I mean, you've just arrived, so I could help you find a place to stay."<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>After harassing- no, reprimanding, that was the right word- her kid, Larissa continued her sweep of town. While most of the inhabitants cleared out of her way as she walked, people were not deeply afraid of her or her gang. As far as terrorizing bandit gangs went, these weren't so bad. They occasionally got too rowdy at a bar or demanded a trinket that caught their eye, but did most of their theft elsewhere and returned to the town as a home base. They almost served as a bizarre protection.<br/><br/>However, as she walked, she spotted several men she didn't recognize exchanging a package and looking generally suspicious. When one of them departed, Larissa intercepted. "Hey, you," she said. "What do you think you're doing in my town?"