"Fair enough. 'Course, I don't have any weight to pull right now...so if you change your mind, let me know." Ghent was mildly relieved she hadn't taken his offer the wrong way. Elayra's stubbornness surpassed even his own, and he had an inkling she was constantly making it a point to prove herself capable. The conversation switched to food, and Ghent couldn't help but remember there was a pizza joint two blocks down. 
	"Pro...[i]what?[/i] What's a procure? Is that some sort of weapon?" Poor Ghent. Elayra's dialog was more advanced; he could have benefited from reading less comic books and more of the dictionary. The sidewalk he lead them down should have been familiar to all present. Intentionally, he was leading them back towards the park.
	[b]"Or was that what you wanted the cat for?" [/b]
	"Are you actually suggesting that I'd [i]eat [/i]William?" Ghent wasn't sure whether to be offended or to laugh. "I'd rather eat dirt! When it comes to food, everyone goes to Walmart. It's...like a giant marketplace, but all in one building. They sell everything, and a lot of the people there wear pajamas and crocs." 
	Ghent looked their clothes over, judging for himself whether or not their attire would have been appropriate. "No one would bat an eye if they saw you wearing that Middle Earth garb. Walmart's free game."
	Another police siren went off in the far distance, followed by a barking dog. Their weaponry came to Ghent's mind, and he purposely cut through another alleyway in order to stay off the sidewalk as much as possible. "Oh, and no one hunts in the city. You'd get toted off to jail. Better keep that in mind -- I don't think two hundred dollars would be enough for your bail."