Jack shrugged, the cloak hiding the pained look in his eyes. "Around 90. I mostly follow the major hordes, learn their behavior." What he didn't include was [i]try to act like one[/i]. This guy was suspicious. But this test was his only chance at getting a companion. "And don't call me kid, or I'll rip out your throat and use it as a bow tie." He asked, a cold smile on his face. He resumed his friendly nature. "Next question please." He picked up his rifle, slinging it across his shoulders. He too heard the footsteps, but he turned for a second and caught a woman walking towards a bunch of stags. Then she killed them. "Move along, yeah?"

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