Patrolling seems pointless in such an empty, quiet place as this city, but years of being on the run from the wrath of a Warmind has left him with a healthy paranoia, and Felwinter isn't about to trust any amount of peace and quiet no matter how much things seem to be so. While his shotgun is still in the shop, he at least feels better having a sidearm, tucked under his coat and out of sight. The Exo Hunter had been about as strange as other Exos he'd come across in his travels, but at least he'd also been able to provide ammunition and weapons.

As he crosses the rubble of another derelict building he pauses, helmeted head turning at a glint of red and gold he catches out of the corner of his vision. Not that there isn't enough shimmering red to go around, but this is something different, an Felspring reports as much to him as he turns aside to investigate.