"I know about monster hunting," the Tailor said lowly, "because I am a monster hunter." They slung the harpoon back onto their back, which was turned to the Devil, and focused on using the hammer, swinging it out and hitting a spider squarely on the underside of its abdomen. "A proper monster hunter. Have you taken the Rites?"

They made an arc around the party, struck another spider that was leaping for the Maven and Piper. The hoard was thinning, for sure.

They turned a peligin eye to the Devil, sneering, but they weren't able to school their features properly, and it came out a snarl. "I'm not going to recite my resume to you, for you to accept I do not need your assistance with the Council. You collect what legs you like for the Department, and you leave, and save the real hunt for the trained professional. And you keep what you've seen tonight to yourselves."

It was not a request.