Shadow Mountain Come on, lets go break their arms.

"It's a little rude to stare without so much as a greeting."

The woman says. Her eyes have been roaming across him in a similiar appraising fashion and he cannot tell if she is satisfied with what she sees, but she certainly is not afraid of him. Her tone does not sound fearful or nevous in any way. Then again, Revui isn't the most astute creature when it comes to verbal cues and communication; there is a look in her eye though, one that he recognizes, one that he has held before himself. Curiosity, intrigue, and challenge.

Hi. He half-barks, half-belches. There, now it wasn't rude anymore. By her own ruling he could stare at her for hours more, investigate those patterns on her shoulders, try to discern if she was missing an ear or if it was caught in a patch of shadow, perhaps figure out why her eyes were broken and two-tone. She's a funny little thing.

Revui thinks about what to do next, leaving a pregnant pause after his bland little greeting, and works her over with his eyes again; he draws his tongue across his lips thoughtfully, curious to test if her apparent attitude was coupled with a warrior's drive. Maybe he can goad this woman in to a fight like the others he's encountered - but he remains quiet, and finally looks away, almost deferential.

You are on my mountain. He comments, but does not move against her to chase her off. Today he decides to be more aloof.

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