>>6342442[ Since the vote seems to be unanimous, we're gonna be moving forward a bit earlier than planned. ]
It's not like you're ashamed of your dad. He was an upstanding man in a profession full of backstabbings and kickbacks, as far as you know. But you wonder how his name reached the likes of Saturn Apartments...
"Yeah, what's it to ya?" You defiantly respond, and take a swig of a newly-opened can which has magically appeared on the table... no, actually, this must belong to Galick. Oh well. It's too late to back off.
<span class="mu-s">Drink Counter</span>: 4
Neither party immediately responds to the news, but you can feel a supernatural intensity radiating out of Garrett, even without looking at him. Galick takes a moment to absorb this news as he leans back into his seat, runs another hand through his hair, and fails to contain a massive, toothy grin.
"Of course..." He says, gears clearly turning in his head. "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree. When I heard a newbie hunter had slain the beast at the Zone, and read that last name, I thought: no way! I gotta talk to this guy."
Why does everyone think that you were today's hero? Do they not know that Maggde toasted that monster? You certainly helped, but it's not like you even got to claim the bounty.
A deep sigh comes from behind you. Garrett has relaxed his posture, but you get the feeling that he hasn't let down his guard. "Why do you have to uhhh, drop in unannounced like this?" He throws out his arms in exasperation. "You know the rules around here. Landlord's gonna give us all a hard time 'cause of you."
"Like you give a shit about the rules," Galick spits back. "Listen..." His attention turns back to you. "You're new, I get it, this is all a big deal, yadda yadda... but if you're looking to go to the next level of power," he points to himself, "I'm your man."
"Don't listen to this clown," says Garrett. "He doesn't even live here. He's been blackballed from just about every boarding-house in the city. Probably living in a sewer at this point."
"I do very well for myself," Galick closes his eyes and smiles, throwing out his hands, as if his appearance spoke for itself. You're afraid to say that it doesn't, really. But now he rises to his feet and your suspicions are confirmed: even though his posture is terrible, his hunch-over torso looms over you like a great dead tree. His long and gangly arms hang from the sides and reach down below his waist. He's like some kind of movie-monster.
"Whenever you're ready to hit me up..." he looks around at a crowd of unfriendly faces, "... you'll find your way to me." And with that and another offputting grin, he turns and makes his way to the courtyard gate, hands in pockets. But not before throwing out one last comment over his shoulder.
"It's a shame, how they did your dad dirty like that."
<span class="mu-i">What does that mean?</span> Your dad died of his injuries after a disastrous hunt. It was supposed to be his A-Rank debut.
