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The Prophet? Some citizens of Freeport cowered when pushed away, but all too many more sneaked around to get close to the new beings and their foreign craft. A stiff arm could only hold off the meek of heart, and this wasn't a very meek place all things considered. The citizens continued to crowd and poke, until finally they were hushed back in awe and fear as one of the beings roared like a monster. Squeals pulsed through the crowd as some of the citizens of Freeport balked at the display. Such horrifying teeth! Still more applauded the ferocity, grinning ear to ear. Some realized this would probably be the escalation of drama and sidled off to other less interesting business.

Huntsmaster? That term sounded like something along the lines of a Hunter, which he most certainly was one of. He took a step closer to the alien group, standing off to one side as if waiting to be addressed. After a few moments, Ryan found the prime opportunity to pipe up, "Here for the Hunt?"

Of course, he had overheard them just discussing their exact purpose. He just didn't think intruding on conversation would go over well with this crowd.