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"[color=f26522]Well.[/color]" Fox started, falling silent for a few moments to allow the other guy that had descended from somewhere and started showing his guns off a bit too much. It almost made him cringe, almost. While not a huge fan of such weaponry, it sure did have its uses. It made hunting easier, be it human or animal. But they were loud and required ammo. You couldn't always find the correct shells, the gunpowder, and so on and so forth. And as far as he knew, no one really knew how to actually craft more bullets. So eventually they would be obsolete. Maybe not for another few years, maybe not for another twenty- but eventually. If anything, something that did not need to be reloaded was better anyway. Might not have a lot of range but at least you wouldn't be caught in the middle of reloading or in the middle of a fight when you run out of bullets. 

If his hands were not covered in blood, there was a good possibility he would have been rubbing his face with his hands as the girl with dreads was doing. He gave a small bow of his head towards the other woman that had appeared and attempted to pull the gun-wielding manic away- if anything, she had just earned herself some serious points for that. If he ever had to actively seek out the people here to kill them, he would kill her first! 

"[color=f26522]Well, Dreads, you might be able to offer her more than what I've got for that map- but I never said I was interested in the map.[/color]" He turned his head to face her, just enough so she could see the grin as it slid across his face with the bit of a twinkle in his eye. But it faded quickly as a more serious look appeared, one that made him appear much older than the kid many assumed him to be because of his height. "[color=f26522]But I will run across them eventually and I can guarantee I would have less trouble with them than any one of you would, even with your guns.[/color]" Fox sucked in a sharp breath, only to exhale very slowly. "[color=f26522]But like I said, I am not interested in her map.[/color]"

He once again turned his gaze to the one-eyed woman, the serious look remaining on his face. This time he took a small step forward, the nails that had been implanted in the bottom of his boots scratched on the floor with the forceful bit of weight he allowed with the movement towards her. In doing this, the bag still against his right him jostled a bit too much, causing a bit of blood to finally hit the floor. "[color=f26522]I have seen you around a time or two, you know things I want to know.[/color]" A very small pause as he narrowed his gaze slightly. "[color=f26522]I'd be willing to offer you my delightful services of never glancing in your general direction when I go hunting anymore. Or maybe we could figure out some kind of other trade? I wouldn't mind cutting off a few heads in your name if you'd like.[/color]"