Nonplussed by the allegations, Derry couldn't help but raise a brow in confusion, and lean backward in the seat he'd taken, his gaze shifting from the table to his benefactor-- a distinctly sharp, yet not inherently threatening edge to the glimmer of his eyes as he did so. It was almost as if, without words, he meant to say "A-ha".
"Lying? It almost sounds like you know something about her that I don't." He coyly noted, smiling a little. He wasn't stupid. Of course they knew something he didn't. Hell, with the stories his mother and father had told him in years past, he wouldn't be surprised if they literally had this 'star-bodied woman' captive somewhere. But the truth of the matter was that despite that, Derry didn't particularly care enough to pry-- She could be a god bound in chains for all he cared if it meant he got paid, which, yeah-- he was being paid.
Looking back at Muhta, Derry continued. "Of what I've read here so far? Sure, there's plenty of stories with similar themes-- specific to Essyrn, you've heard of the spirits called 'Djiini', I'm guessing? Either way-- Djinni tend to behave the same way from what I've been taught, but the key difference is in the art. See, a Djinni can take any number of forms-- often relatively human, but not limited to them. This Mirage-woman, or Star-bodied woman, whatever you prefer-- She's depicted the exact same in all of the drawings and stories that I've seen so far here. Glass-like skin with golden lips and eyes, thick, dark, float-y hair. People saw this thing-- often, I'd imagine. In fact--"
He would've loved to wax practical a little while longer, but the sounds of rough tumbles in the near darkness caused every hair on Derry's body to stand-- and so too did he, his danger senses tingling. His eyes narrowed, his legs tensed, and he contemplated the fastest way out of and away from the tent as the sounds continued.
"...Either of you wanna explain that?"