"Heh, well the other 3 aren't us are they? Maybe-" Arrant stopped as he heard singing in the background, as song he remembered fondly. He looked over and saw a pyro walking into camp. He began walking up, his hand on his holstered handgun. Reaching the STALKER, he greeted him. "Welcome, STALKER, to this little Hell we call a camp. Sorry about the mess, we had a mutant attack and can't seem to get those blasted stains out of the ground." He chuckled at the oh-so-classic joke, then continues the greeting more formally, "I am Arrant, novice but I got a couple fights under my belt. What would your name be?"