Blackfeather Woods you tell me everything twice

As always, there is a moment where he holds his breath, waiting for the day someone finally introduces themselves as their target. But this is not Cicero. He matches the stoicism of the older man, his own neutral expression tinged only slightly by his standard level of social awkwardness. Argent tilts his head slightly at the question, thoughtful. "Not long," he replies, "a week, perhaps two." It is difficult to track the passing of time in the darkness of the forest. It has been long enough that the Argent-guise has settled into his bones, so that he does not think of himself as anything else at the moment, but not so long he has forgotten his mission (or the very real threat of Drageda looming down on them). 

"I assume you have been here far longer," the titan says without guile -- funnily enough it is very similar to being in Drageda. An outsider once more, gleaning pieces of their culture when he can. The stakes are just... much more intense this time.