Hunter sat at the tavern, nursing a pint of rum. Boredom had been settling in, but without a job he was forced to await opportunity here. He was surprised to see Dead Eye appear in this backwater dump, especially as she brought a ship with her. Granted it was a Marine ship, but there were definitely better Isles to find sailors. He decided to go over and strike up a conversation with the lass, considering that his funds were starting to get a wee bit low.

"Why hello there Dead Eye." He said, with a dark grin, "What brings ye to a shithole like this? Last I heard ye were making a killing, both figuratively and very much literally. What changed lass?"