“Hey good looking! Do you need a huntsman to protect you from the Grimm tonight?”

A friendly voice addressed you with a bit of flirty nature behind it, the person in question is sitting beside you on a stool at the Mistral station’s bar.

“I’m Dudley Barlow, can I get you anything tonight? Perhaps a partner to drink with?”

Dudley offered with a warm chuckle and smiled fondly at you, resting his rifle against the wooden counter. Clearly he is in a good mood today.