Accents. They were so difficult to understand at times. Luckily, the sailor did not ramble on into lecture. He struggled to understand his words, murmuring them in his mind again, in his own clear voice in order to understand. To Ricky, perhaps it would be interpreted as slowness, which was partially the case. In his half of a millennium as a Nuit, Volanaro had come to realize one severe drawback. Reaction time. His senses picked up just a tad slower than the living, which made accents all the worse, drawing them out and making them even more difficult to understand. But, he got the gist of what... Ricky, as he called himself, had said. Introducing both himself and the child in his arms, the man had also demeaned himself as a person.
Nobody special in particular? Your djed speaks otherwise, my friend. As lacking as your training may or may not be, you still have a much greater store of djed than an ordinary man. If you did not, then you would likely be dead. Or, at the least, much more winded than you are now.
The boy Nuit simply nodded in response to his words, choosing not to correct him or otherwise point out the lie. Instead, he grinned as the man made the child mime a wave and introduce him as a 'creepy stranger.' It was amusing, to say the least. Volanaro decided that the man was not going to be a problem, retracting the Res from around Ricky's neck and shoulders, bringing it to his hands, where it was re-absorbed into the skin. A happy sigh escaped the Nuit's lips as he stepped forward again, "Well, Ricky, it is a pleasure to meet you. And your son, as well."
The Nuit was rather at a loss, if he was honest with himself. The man was not irritating him, nor was his son, so there was little need to push violence upon them, but from he had experienced in the past, people were afraid of Nuits. Was it some fear of their bodies being stolen away? Or the discomfort of speaking to what they compared to a walking corpse? It didn't matter at this moment, though, as Ricky seemed to either disguise his comfort, or he was, finally, at ease around the Nuit. In order to push for some sort of common ground, or, at the least, an amusing reaction, he decided to ask, "You are a Reimancer, then, correct? There's no need to hide the fact that you are special, Ricky. After all, you blew that cover the moment you asked your question. I would,"
His lips turned from their amused grin to that of a smirk, vibrant grey eyes of thundercloud boring into the man's face as he continued on, "Greatly appreciate it, in fact, if you were honest. Perhaps I can even teach you something. A lesson on the craft that you so diligently wish to hide."
Ordinarily, the covering up of one's magical talents was a wise move, but Volanaro was already too well informed, and he was far more curious than threatened by the sailor's power. He greatly enjoyed meeting Wizards. They were, after all, the most intriguing sort of people.
