"You hunt things to pay the rent?" Heiji always envisioned hunters as being more the having-a-personal-code type if they weren't out and out unsavory sellswords, with those individuals that treated it more or less like a job being few and far between. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Faolan was one of those people.

"That's great, though. Your house should be your home. Or your flat, I guess. None of that living outta boxes and eating cup ramen!" Heiji himself had walls and walls of books, having spent far more time amassing those than little balls of wicker that sat on your coffee table and made the room look more airy.