OOC: Yep, now Itzal is on the case. >
WC: 472
Itzal did not completely believe the man. Itzal had heard some of what he had been saying, and Itzal could have sworn he was talking to someone else. He listened, trying to hear if anyone else was around, but he couldn't hear anyone but himself, and the man infront of him. Itzal did not know why the man would have a reason to lie to him, but he would keep it in mind that something seemed off. Right now Itzal did not want to question what the man said, first he need basic information, then he would try and get the harder stuff. Itzal looked at the man who said his name was Shawchert Menue. Itzal tried to focus, wondering if he had heard the name before, but it did not ring a bell. Shawchert seemed friendly enough, but Itzal knew not to trust someone based off of what you see and hear. But Itzal wanted information, one of his many flaws was his constant curiousity, that had potential to get him in trouble. So he would have too be nice for now, which was fine by him, he was not really up to a fight right now, and would only fight if it was necessary.
"My name is Itzal." He watched silently as the man stood. Itzal noticed he was actually taller then the man Itzal remembered from his memory. This man was probably use to intimidating people with just his appearance, but Itzal was not scared. He had lost his fear of others a long time ago. He did not believe he was undefeatable, though he did believe it would be hard to beat him, he just did not fear losing. He would die when there was no way he could stop it, and as long as he did not just accept defeat, as long as he tried his hardest to survive, he was fine with death. Itzal smiled at the man's polite tone. He seemed civilized, and he had manners. Itzal believed respect had to be earned, but that you did not need to respect someone to treat them like an equal. This man seemed to be willing to treat Itzal like an equal, even though Itzal hadn't earned his respect.
"So, Shawchert, this is pretty far from most packs. Are you a loner, or are you just trying to get away for a while?" Itzal asked him politely in return, curiosity an undertone in his voice. He knew what it was like to want to get away, he had been doing that himself, hadn't he? Itzal again glanced around, looking for any sign that they weren't alone. He would be on guard until he found out exactly what that conserversation he had over heard was about. But for now, his body was relaxed and his posture was neutral.
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