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Much to his dismay, someone eventually happened upon his post.
It was inferred that the boy was still in his youth by appearance and voice alone. Both suggested the obvious.
The mazoi willed for them to continue on and not speak, but they did not continue. No, they stopped and spoke.
As the boy waited expectantly for a reply, the shadowed creature stared back in silence. His gaze was heavy upon the child, blank and cold. Perhaps the refusal to speak would render annoyance or disdain and nudge them on their way to find someone better worth their time.