The straw dummy is restored— again and again apparently. At some point, Reno has been drawn to the spectacle. Feeling (almost tasting) the magic flow in the air, and being a little more than just drawn to it. So at some point, he flies up, perches somewhere high. Tree, wall, doesn't matter. With enchanted goggles on his face, he can see even during the night, even if after changing into a harpy he... couldn't.

But while there's interest in magic, the excitement slowly wears of. He's still a little curious what the man is trying to achieve with that huge axe of his.

"Hey—" cocky grin splitting his face, Reno calls up from his perch at some point. "Are you planning on adding variation to your training? Asking for someone at the audience."

Obviously, he's the only audience here.