"That makes them even more dangerous. Ain't nothing so frightening as an inexperienced gunman." Dan isn't sure it wasn't an elf, but he thinks he got a glimpse of someone slightly too large and toddler-shaped to be one of those little munchkins.

Like Garurumon, Dan's vigilant of the setting, scanning behind Garurumon and half-listening as he keeps keen for the patter of tiny mischievous feet. It isn't obvious; Dan's hunter career, and his father's survivalist training before that, has primed him to keep aware of threats even as he looks completely at ease.

"The reindeers are friendly, but they ain't the most eloquent bunch." He laughs. "I like them, though. I keep my horse in the stables with them."