His encounter with Cassiopeia had been educational at best, for at least now he understood better the depth of the connection they held and how truly backwards it was. But she was one small blip on his radar of future endeavours, one among many bloody ambitions to bide his time while his uncle laid the groundwork for the pending revolution. The details, Vaati had little interest in. What he awaited dearly was the end product, an empire surrendered to knees and given the sweet merciful death it deserved. What arose from its ashes was yet to be known, though if it was due to become anything like what he had left, the scarred male found no point in returning. For now, he searched most ardently for the one called Skullchaser, the blind fool who had believed it wise to cut into his sister's face and do so without consequence. That was what happened when the Wilds went unchecked; the idiots took over. However at that moment, the scent of another lingering in the distance met his senses, and his nostrils flared in trepidation as they often did when encountering those unknown. Vaati moves his titanous frame in the direction of the mouth of the cave, coming to a hesitant stop only a few meters away before issuing a low, neutral warning chuff. Vaati had very little interest in holding hearty conversations, but he would get nowhere in his search if he did not ask around. That could not be accomplished if he tried to maim all those he came across.

Vaati relaxes his hackles as the other returns an unimpressed look, gathering the notion that the stranger had no intention of starting anything aggressive. In that case, neither would Vaati. It was uncommon, but he did retain the capability of having a conversation would the use of hostility, contrary the beliefs of others. He did not waste time getting to the point, narrowing his eyes a fraction as a he spoke. “Do you know of a man who goes by the name Skullchaser?” His tone did not reveal his intent, lest the man before him, in fact, be the one he searched for. Vaati had not asked Maegi to describe the cretin who had attacked her though he should have, for in doing so would have made his task a hell of a lot easier. But he would not dwell on it -- it was not as if he could roam back to the shoreline and ask her. Their parting had been difficult, and he knew he could not return unless he had done what she asked for, one last time.