"Thank you, Madame!" Xhad said, his wide grin continuous. "It seems a fantastic place, indeed!"
He folded his palms and bowed before the two individuals as a form of respect and also one of a second greeting.
Xhadaronn looked around the room, fascinated by what he saw. All the animal fur screamed "comfort" and "coziness", and the uncountable trinkets, together with all the magical objects around almost squeezed a few tears out of his eyes. "This... is... another... home!" he thought to himself. He did not know where to look first and the vibrations that betrayed magic were bombarding him from every direction.
However, It was not only the location that was superb, but also the presence of the souls that were just as covered in the mystic. As he could see before himself a huge man that, he heard, was skilled in alchemy, it was now more than obvious it couldn't be the mundane which inhabited the place.
And if that was not enough, the presence of Kalliandra surely delighted him. The clothing, the eyes, the gestures, the way she talked, just the overall being of her impressed Xhad for they clearly were proof of the closeness to the Arcane side of the stars and the general Mystic.
"I apologise, as I wish not to evoke the sparks of annoyance or ire by constantly repeating myself. But I must express my deep appreciation towards places like this! This is simply beyond wondrous..."
Seeing the door open and the reddish glow that brought with itself a heavy warmth, Xhad curiously glanced in the direction of Hedvig. There was something interesting in the tall man, something the half-blood could only sense... it was obvious he was not entirely human, this feeling being pronounced around Khalia as well.
Xhadaronn squinted a little, staring into the warm, pleasant green eyes of Hedvig, while carefully listening to his words. He just learned the name of the silver-haired woman and curiosity was smiting him brutally as he heard about the creature that was talked about.
"Ooooh... that ought to be something remarkably--" he began thinking, before he heard Hedvig speaking again, on this occasion to him.
"Yes, but you may call me Xhad, if you will." he said, upon seeing the man repeating his name. Afterwards, he proceeded to fold his hands and bow yet again, this time before the gentleman. "What is thy name?"
His clothes were also matters to Xhadaronn's liking. They did not seem strange, nor out of place. They were simply exotic, and the fur on his back looked so fuzzy, soft, and fluffy.
"Lovely!" the man continued, handing over 30 coins of gold and 50 more of silver. "I know not with certainty if that suffices, let me know if the amount ought to be changed..." he said, though he quickly stopped, seeing the dark-skinned man quiet, as if preparing to say something.
"Umm... is everything all ri--" Xhad began, but suddenly stopped, then slightly twitched, his eyes widening a little when he heard the words of Hedvig.
"Uh... I-of course! The colour is indeed a mystery... even for me to an extent!" he continued with a warm smile.
Seeing Khalia joining Hedvig, Xhad proceeded to say:
"My Master says they might have been grey, had I not had spirit ancestry..."
He looked around the place once again.
"May I have a closer look at the interior of this caravan? Everything is too fascinating not to deserve a look!" he continued, widely smiling yet again. "Oh, and also, is any of the rooms free? Drowsiness keeps coming and going, striking my eyes when less expected. I might need a bed to rest for a while, just in case..."
He could not help but immediately add another question to the row, as the memory of Hedvig's words about the mysterious creature returned to his mind. "May I ask thee about the identity of this creature? Behind the door, I mean... perhaps it is a dragon? A wyvern, or..." he tried to keep his calm and preserve the politeness in his tone, but the excitement and curiosity in him were pulsating with an overwhelming force.
