Jaklo managed to entirely disassemble the small pistol, and was looking over the mess of parts. The piece was actually an entirely regular gun. Just a glock 20 from some of his early training. It was only kept around because it was that old. Sure a lead bullet could kill a fair few monsters, but a little glock wasn’t nearly enough fire power for the level Jaklo was at. He left it apart and stashed the bits in a toolbox drawer. He rolled away from his desk to look around for the others. So far three had come in.

He debated whether or not it was worth to bother seeing what was going on. It was awkward being the only hunter. Well besides the new kid who was more of a morphologist anyway. Jaklo felt strange around them all. Did he really belong with so many mages?  He never showed a lapse in confidence, but there were some shaky thoughts crossing his mind. He knew he had magic and power because of it. Everyone does it just doesn't manifest every time. His manifested as rage. A cold pointless anger that was always in him. How was that power? These others could rend space and channel fire. All he had was a shotgun. Jaklo sighed rolling the chair under his desk.

He headed across the room to the kitchenette where Max and Lenya were conversing. He could hear the conversation in clarity just as he stepped out of the cubicle. His senses were above average and the room was pretty much silent otherwise. Jaklo first tended to the donut box and grabbed a whipped cream filled one.

“Ya know Relovski has a new tome. As far as i could tell from an artificer’s standpoint was that it was likely eastern to northern European. Around twelve hundred maybe. At the very least probably means he’ll let people see the last one he picked up. The journal by… who was it… Faust? Or was it Czeori? I can’t keep all the demonologists straight. I have enough hunters to keep up on as is.” Jaklo had a slight twinge of insecurity in his voice, but was rather casual about it otherwise.

Looking to the window while he let the thought settle he noticed it had begun to fog up a lot. The corners even looked a bit frosty. He knew weather forecasters were inaccurate sometimes, but they had called for low fifties today and now it looked like mid thirties. Jaklo growled with disgust,

“I had plenty’a winter last year thanks. I don’t need it starting again now.”