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The Human's name was Jordan Daniels. Krisgurr didn't fully understand Human nomenclature, especially since it was not consistent across the species. Even the rival clans amongst the Zrelvians—which had not directly warred for centuries—agreed to certain basic rules for names. But Jordan had patched up his wounds as best he could, and allowed him to rest aboard his ship. He didn't even claim Krisgurr's own ship once the Zrelvian had recovered. Jordan only asked that Krisgurr continue to travel with him. “What, you mean like....to hunt other sentients?” by which Krisgurr meant piracy. And Jordan understood. He laughed, without the usual sinister undertone. “No. There's enough of those in the Galaxy, don't you think?” Krisgurr waved one paw, indifferent. “If you say so. What then?” “Hunt the hunters. Help the helpless. Fight the ones that law can't reach.” Krisgurr was far from concerned about such things. But he had to admit that the typical piracy wasn't exactly appealing to him