Only after I'd done it a while. Most of them had been hunting for years before I even left the city, so anything I could tell them would be specific to whatever the hunt was for. What made them happier was the extra pair of hands. They were always short, and they didn't have the benefit of magic to keep them alive.

[Since he has his tags now, he reaches under his shirt and tugs free a chain, offering it out to her. Hanging from it are a pair of metal tags stamped with his hunter info: name, town of origin, blood type, and an "X" next to Rank. He knows it might not mean much to her, considering it's of his world and thus just a nonsensical piece of metal here, but he's proud of the accomplishments it represents, even so.]

See for yourself.