His eyes widened in surprise, thirty years was a long time to be teaching something, the man must look ancient.  In his mind, Kevin envisioned an incredibly old man with a ridiculously long Fu Manchu mustache, the two ends long and white as they extended well passed his chin.  The idea was inane, but amused Kevin a considerable amount.  Nothing seemed funnier in the moment than a cane-wielding master that spoke in strange sentence patterns.  Bad form is.  From within find strength.

Kevin groaned audibly, "Isn't there anywhere else in this town other than that grill?  I'm tired of that place."  It wasn't bad enough he spent most of his time there, he had been spending more and more of his free time at the grill hoping to catch a glimpse of Amanda again.  Sure he'd seen her outside of the establishment, but it had been a wonderful night.  One he wouldn't mind repeating again.

With a subtle gesture, Kevin motioned to his vehicle, an incredibly beat up, white truck that was ringed with rust.  It had seen better days, but Kevin wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.  He was going to drive that truck until it died and could no longer be revived.  As he sat in the driver's seat he started up the vehicle as it hiccuped and coughed into life.  "If there is nowhere else you wanna go, we can head there.  We gotta talk."

"I don't really know what else there is to go in this town, I am fairly new." He said and shrugged his shoulders. It didn't really matter much to him where they went, as long as they went somewhere so he could get a drink, he could always buy alcohol with his fake idea another time when the moral adult would get off his back.

He got into the beat up old white truck, looking to Kevin when he heard the other say that they needed to talk. "How about we just go back to my apartment...and what exactly do we need to talk about?" He asked.

Kevin had no idea what was available in the town either, he'd been here at least a month, but didn't get out much.  It was one reason he hated the idea of going to the grill.  He worked there, he drank there, and occasionally he got punched there.  Still, he had no idea where else to go.

"Sounds good to me."  He said in response to the suggestion of the other hunter's apartment.  "There's a problem in this town."  He paused both for dramatic effect and to back the truck up and hit the road back towards the main town, he'd ask for directions after they got closer to town.

"Not too long ago, I ran into a newly created werewolf."  Kevin didn't feel the need to mention Bambi-scythe-wielding-chick just yet.  "The problem was easily taken out, but now, it begs the question.  Who is making all these new supernaturals and just letting them run amuck?  It's been my experience that they typically rear the newly turned or whatever. Are they just discards?  Or is there something more sinister?"  Kevin felt it was more likely the latter, that the new supernaturals were created for a reason. 

From what he knew of the town, it wasn't the biggest in the world, but it was a decent size enough to have a mall and all that. It reminded him of one of those places where a large group of people would know one another he guess.

He listened as Kevin explained that their was a problem in this town. He listened closely, taking in everything the other was saying now and blinked at what he said. Was he being serious? He thought back on all the newly turned supernaturals that he had killed and thought now that it was odd that such a large number would be running a muck in this small town.

"Now that you mention it....I thought that there was a large group of supernaturals as well....what do you want to do about it and who do you think could be behind it?" He asked.