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Albus nodded at the apprentice Huntsman as they picked a table in the mess hall. The older Faunus sat on the left of the younger.

"Well, Lance, you looked lost and my family has a history of having soft spots for strays, but I did it for both of you. I was trained from age four as a fifteenth-generation Huntsman, so spotting a veteran is easy for me, even without reading Ferron's files to know that he's ex-military. Every soldier and Huntsman or Huntress gets a dose of PTSD eventually, so the drinking alone was a dead give away. You don't deserve to be on the receiving end of that, and he doesn't need any more demons to regret. I'd shake his foot if you need him awake. Same with me. It's safer when you're dealing with people who might attack on reflex if startled. Don't ask a vet about their trauma, either. They'll tell you when they're ready. Name's Albus Silvermane, by the way.", Albus said, holding his hand out. His frank statements left Lan silent, looking at him with a mix of awe and unease as he shook. The older Faunus gave him a reassuring smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm an engineer as well as a Huntsman. I cope by weaponsmithing and design, been doing it ever since my uncle started teaching me as a boy. Since I've just finished checking the armory's inventory, I was looking for people to help me look at the agency's mission data. The extra input could be helpful for planning equipment upgrades to make our lives easier while we're on the job.", the tinker explained, moving his Scroll so his companion could look at it too and they could set to work.