Ander looked at him bewildered, "You mean the fight with that demon earlier today? I was there. In fact I'm still feeling it," he stated lightly patting himself on the ribs. "There is only one of us assigned per town, not too well known. Our mark is a black lock with a red keyhole." Ander didn't want to press any uncomfortable matter with his new acquaintance so he went on to answer his other question, tossing the fish toward the bear.

"I've... had more experience than I desire I'm afraid..." he said, watching the bear to see if it would actually eat the fish. He sat back down and looked toward Pete. "There are some things, though...that are necessary to fight for. How about you?"