Searching for or looking to prevent an ambush by taking to the crowds. Escaping a harpy's sight, Elidibus knows, would be a challenging task in the best of circumstances. At least, not without the handle he'd once had on teleportation magicks before coming to this wretched Star.
No need to belabor what he simply does not have. And though it is true he kept an eye out for the harpy, when Zixuan made a purposeful display of greens and golds, Elidibus pauses long enough to look up and follow his progress. There is no surprise in his expression. But there is a half smile toward how clearly it is 'said' that an encounter is not to be avoided. He says something.
"If you insist." It's a casual, almost good natured tone, spoken at conversational level. Depending on the acuity of Zixuan's hearing and how low his flight truly is, it may even be heard. Regardless, Elidibus moves forward and does nothing to avoid the fated bridge. He's rarely one to avoid discourse.
The man takes his time to assess the area approached. Tall buildings, no witnesses thus far. A small bridge and a harpy, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Elidibus himself shows no sign of reaching for his own, pausing a number of steps away, yet still on the bridge. After a stray glance toward Zixuan's weapon, the warrior speaks.
"I do hope your invitation meant you wish to speak, good sir." See? Certainly civil. Almost friendly. But a sharp, blue-eye gaze is knowing and watchful. Elidibus doesn't show indication that he intends to hide what is obviously known by the both of them. He had been following.
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No need to belabor what he simply does not have. And though it is true he kept an eye out for the harpy, when Zixuan made a purposeful display of greens and golds, Elidibus pauses long enough to look up and follow his progress. There is no surprise in his expression. But there is a half smile toward how clearly it is 'said' that an encounter is not to be avoided. He says something.
"If you insist." It's a casual, almost good natured tone, spoken at conversational level. Depending on the acuity of Zixuan's hearing and how low his flight truly is, it may even be heard. Regardless, Elidibus moves forward and does nothing to avoid the fated bridge. He's rarely one to avoid discourse.
The man takes his time to assess the area approached. Tall buildings, no witnesses thus far. A small bridge and a harpy, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Elidibus himself shows no sign of reaching for his own, pausing a number of steps away, yet still on the bridge. After a stray glance toward Zixuan's weapon, the warrior speaks.
"I do hope your invitation meant you wish to speak, good sir." See? Certainly civil. Almost friendly. But a sharp, blue-eye gaze is knowing and watchful. Elidibus doesn't show indication that he intends to hide what is obviously known by the both of them. He had been following.