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It's honestly strange having to use something like a flashlight to see where he's going, primarily because as a being of darkness means that perceiving things in said darkness was never a problem. Even before his distinction as an Ascian it served him little problem with his Sight, yet here he was without both.
Here, he ironically needed the light to see much of anything. Another sore point against this world. None of that mattered, anyway, it was but merely the laws of nature, and he had simply lived outside of such for so long, this was all just annoying inconvenience. A distraction paired with his lesser ability to sense what's around him, that he does not see the girl when she enters.
He does, however, hear her, and my does she say such interesting things. Turning to her from an old tattered scroll he was trying to make sense of, he towers before her even with his slouching posture. He's dressed in usual attire, which looks a bit sorely out of place, but he doesn't mind that at all.]
Did I hear you correctly? [He inquires, looking at her with dubious interest.] Were you implying just now that you are not human?
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While she does not see the man at first, her Murkrow seems to notice something as she fluffed up defensively almost immediately, although Willow paid it no mind due to wanting to seek out answers in this place. After all, a legend that two powerful birds used to roost in this city before this tower was burnt? A fascinating story, although the monks rudely denied her any of their knowledge.
Once she's spoken to, she peers up at him, taking note of his height. By the gods, he's as tall as an elf and some of the dragons when they took a mortal appearance! Perhaps he's one himself.
A short, semi disgusted, snort before she returns an answer:] Of course not! Do I look it? I should hope I do not appear as such, with my ears as they are. [at least this world allowed her ears to remain pointed, she would have been furious otherwise.]