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"I'm not a lair... Lying is bad for the chi." Ander too folded his arms across his chest. He was quite amused at confusion was written all over Hugo's face. Most Rogues could never tell when the two were fighting or not. Most of the time it was just horsing around. But they were never sure.

Ander couldn't help but chuckle at Hugo's greeting. A small barbaric kid had more manners than Riot did... It was comical.

-Another- strange greeting gesture!? Any more and he'd start getting them mixed up. With his run of luck he'd likely offend someone by doing the wrong greeting. He blinked, staggaring slightly, as the man grasped his arm just below his elbow. As his arm was released, he stepped forward to grab at Riot's other arm.

"Hugo." He said simply.

Riot let out a chuckle as Hugo 'greeted', "heh, You'll get it." The man spoke with a laugh in his voice rasing his hand he batted the air a little as if to shove the subject for another time.

The bandit leader showed a smirk, to the comment-yep records indeed-he had a habit of braking them. His blue gaze then turned back to Hugo after Ander's words.

"and apparently a lot more..." The king spoke with a grin, nothing to be ashamed of...

"Well, you can know me by, 'Riot'." Riot showed his wild smile to Hugo, he threw a thumb pointed up to himself.

Ander's face suddenly became very serious. He had known those words...'hunt the judge'. That was the very reason he lost his title of the king of bandits. He tried to hunt the judge and ended up loosing many good rogues and nearly his own life.

"That is foolish boy." His voice was quite serious. "It most likely attacked your village because someone did wrong in its eyes... That demon claims to be justice. Hunting it is one of the worst crimes. Very few survive encounters." Ander noticed a few Rogues looking their way at the mention of that name. "I am not justifying its actions, but your life will be longer if you drop that quest and never speak its name again."

He knew. There was no indication in the boy's stony expression or burning eyes that he was ignorant to just what he was up against. He didn't care. Those in his village had died without so much as a chance to defend themselves. Their bodies laid under rubble and charred earth, without having been given the proper burial rite. He was alone- aside from Fubar, he had nothing to loose.

"I'm as much a man as either of you. What I chose to do with myself is my business. I'm not asking for help."

Blade let out a sigh as the drunk started to shout that it was raining. No sense in trying to save a lost cause. Shaking his head to himself, he went and patted the guy on the back.

"Yeah, it's raining, so head on in and try to take it easy."

Heading back towards the rest of the Rogues, he heard the words 'the Judge' from somewhere nearby. Quirking a brow, he glanced over to see a few guys speaking to one another; one being the current king. Then, narrowing his eyes some, he just made his way a little closer to seat himself to try and listen in on what was going on.

He had only heard a few vague things about the Judge in the past. But he thought those things were just rumors and fairy tales for the most part. From the sounds of things here though, that wasn't quite the case. The thief noted that one of the men walked away as well, seemingly disturbed, so it must have been a serious matter.

Interesting..

Hugo was effectively left to stand on his own... half wondering what had upset the two. Perhaps they were upset, or had similar encounters with the beast he was hunting. Either way, he felt quite awkward.

At least...one had offered to get him something to eat. The trip wasn't a complete loss then.