Tristan hears the tell-tale 'clunk' of the walking stick and immediately turns in its direction. He likes Granny; she's clearly made this place to feel like a home to people like him. The candy certainly doesn't hurt either, and he quickly unwraps one of the candies and puts it quietly into his mouth. "Thanks, Granny."
The old woman starts talking about the crisis the city had undergone over the past several months, and Tristan's cheerful demeanor falls. He looks at Emily when she mentions names; names that clearly had meaning to her. Seems loss just follows us wherever we go. But the map perks his attention back up. He looks over the color-coded map of the city, the borders clarifying general sensations he's had when moving through it. There's a brief curling of his lips at the mention of the Pure to the west, but he's glad to hear that they're either resting on their laurels or staying in their turf. The less we see of them, the better.
"What about Hunters? Anything notable there." Probably a shot in the dark, but he wants to know what to be careful of in the city. And he knows firsthand how zealous Humans can be just as dangerous as any spirit. Though speaking of spirits: the mention of Azlu gets his attention as well. "Might be worth a patrol down that way at some point." Granny mentions the possibility of a pack being formed and, being the ever-optimistic SOB he is, he gives the old woman a wink and a smile. "Well, I'm sure we'll figure something out."