Zain
If he had reservations of the kingdom being of the good kind, those are all erased when his eyes come to rest on the ethereal being that approached.
Their faint glow, their bright complexion, even the tone of their voice held no remnant of ill intent. Even to a creature such as himself; uninvited and unattractive.
She reminded him of the peafowl mare he had consumed on the Beach. So willing to offer a stranger assistance, particularly one that looked as he did. It must be their nature, one to nurture and offer help to the sickly looking being. Oh but he was not sick, not in a physical sense.
He smiles though, a kind smirk of sorts. Even in the dim lighting of early dawn one could see the patchwork of his mangled body. And he assumes this is what prompts her response, one of healing. But this time he does not reach into her, does not rip away the health that was vibrant inside her for his own selfish gain. No he is not here for that.
His head turns back to the statue, flicking his ear closest to her to listen as she speaks of its properties, or lack thereof. It causes a tug at his grotesque lips as he appraises it again.
“Do I look like I need healing?” His words have a playful ring to them as he looks at her with a devious grin and raised brow. There is no hint of offense in his tone or expression so he adds quickly, “My name is Zain. What might yours be, Miss?” He may look like a brute but he had manners and introductions always came before business.
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Viszla
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.