"Are there new Wilderness Wanderers coming in?"
Hank gnawed on a chicken leg, his back to the man entering the room, and asked softly.
"A couple of groups came in, but they were absorbed by other hunter teams,"
The man, adorned with various kinds of jewelry, quickly took off the jewelry from his body and carefully placed them into a small box beside him, murmuring with a cigarette dangling from his lips, "We were a step late in getting there.
But Hank, boss, that loner York, he brought over a message. Apparently, a man and a woman, both seeming to hold some status among the Wilderness Wanderers, have entered the city, looking quite wealthy."
"York, isn't that kid incredibly cocky?" The burly Hank tore off the last piece of meat from the chicken leg. "Hasn't he always claimed he can make it on his own?"