Drake finished off his tea, setting the cup down in the sink. He went to his room, taking off his shirt, his tan skin had scars from the years of fighting as a hunter. He was only in his boxers now, once he was on his bed. He was out cold, by morning he was on his feet, pulling on hunters attire. Black shirt jeans combat boots and his jacket. He put both the sabers in there sheath behind his waist under his shirt. It stung, but he could deal he made sure having some knives in his boots. Along with two guns strapped to his waist.