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The man does not give him an answer, not an informative one anyhow. It speaks volumes, however. Perhaps the other was simply a private man, yet, in the face of those who would decide your fate, one was generally honest. It seemed no more than that the stranger had something to hide, nefarious ambitions or not. Something to hide was always a liability. Perhaps, that is why Vaati accepted him. "Right. Come," He indicates for the other to follow, turning his back to him as he leads the way to Blackfeather Woods. Something about the man irked him, as if an unknown force was knocking on his conscious in a frantic attempt at warning him that something was simply not right. More often than most, his conscious was right. But that did not bother him. Of this was a spy, there was nothing to hide even in the depths of Blackfeather Woods. Everything that was a secret, kept hidden from sight was spread only by ear and to the select few. If this man had come to gather intel on their grounds, charged with the task of scoping out their grounds: he would never not be watched. If his task pertained to learning what he could from them, their numbers and their weaknesses: there was little hope he would make it back across the territory line to report to his superiors what he had learned. Blackfeather was a fortress, not only in physicality but by the adeptness of those within. It was easy to get in, but took a lifetime to escape. And by then, most resigned to themselves to the shadows long ago. Or, perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps this was simply a bored individual with little clue exactly what he was getting into. It does not matter to him. With a cruel smirk does Vaati march on, stepping over the head of an aunt thrice-removed, pausing only once he reached the center of the territory.