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Smiling, the man nodded his appreciation at the exchanged greetings. Thus far, it seemed that most were willing to give their name and begin a conversation here, which was something he liked, even if it led to a few awkward moments here and there. "It's a pleasure, Heath." He was not one for much small talk yet, but he was trying to develop such a skill, since his normal quiet ways could easily be considered far from social. Though he was not the most welcoming and warm person to meet, Vigilante did consider himself to be a pleasant one, and he hoped others shared that opinion. He had no friends, but he did have acquaintances, and maybe those could eventually become friends, or even just trusted and liked individuals. It was still strange, despite the time he had been in Dour des Miracles, to be starting over in such a place, so different from the place he had been born and raised in.
His eyes travelled back to the stone felines standing guard at the door, and then up the face of the building curiously. What knowledge could one expect to find in an old human building such as this one? Vigilante had never been taught to read, so the sign was useless to him, and he glanced back at Heath wth that same gleam of curiousity. "I am not sure what you mean. What knowledge would you find in such a strange building?" His words were said in the same manner of speaking that all of his words came; clear, precise, spoken with deliberation. He did not speak when it was not necessary, and when he did, he chose his words carefully. What an interesting idea that was, to find knowledge in an old human place. What kind of knowledge did one want from the humans, as it was? They were very peculiar creatures, when they were alive.