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"Oh, that's alright. I suppose exploring is all part of getting out more, right?" Fox says with a self-deprecating grin, figuring that his behaviour thus far means he doesn't have to explain the remark to Deimos. He's not exactly a fish out of water, but given that this is the Ancients' apparent hideaway, he does stick out. The journal draws his attention, though, as Deimos turns to show it to him, the hunter slowing his footsteps and raising a curious brow as he glances over the notes by the ruddy light of the tunnels. "A monster hunter's guild?" he murmurs, and another smile - this one a great deal more comfortable - curls at his lips. "No shit - that's what I do for a living back in the Grounds." He hasn't heard of a darkling or seen one before, unfortunately, but he can absolutely understand wanting to document the local flora and fauna (especially if it has teeth and likes to cause trouble). "That's the same guild that used to be in the Grounds, right? It relocated to Halo?" fox