[ He's not sure if what he's looking at is even human. He looks far closer to one of Fontaine's Gardemeks than anything else, but there's something distinctly unsettling about him. His shadow stretches wrong, his robes flutter in a windless hall, and the drifter feels he can't quite grasp the concept of the individual standing before him—or maybe it's just his imagination, because that sensation fades slightly, and sits like a tiny little itch in the back of his mind.

This individual, whatever he is, has an attitude though, and he likes that. Enough to drop the threat in his tone, though he isn't yet wholly convinced the other isn't acting or otherwise part of this place's machinations. ]

And you're the first person I've seen. How am I to believe you're not a part of this place's schemes? Have you got any proof?

[ Of course there isn't, but he wants to see how the other individual will react. ]