#talon.

The Hunter's comparatively massive frame crouched down as to come closer to the child's level. He still rather towered over them, but down here the narrowing of his eyes into a smile was more obvious. An armoured claw tapped against the ivory.

“You know, it's more statistically likely for someone to be older than you when you're not even twenty.” Mindless banter; he'd long gotten used to being called old, even before he'd met Byan.

Near the back of the room, the Hunter shifted his weight back onto one foot and leaned his shoulder into the wall. Byan was insisting on picking the lock of this door instead of the much easier alternative. Under Talon's mask, his eyes rolled in exasperation.

“You're running up the clock here.” Not that he was timing himself... Rather, just giving Byan a hard time. He idled around fifteen seconds before declaring, “Forty seconds maximum until I kick it open.”

“You probably heard this already—”

It was a generalization on those big ears, most certainly, uttered as he stepped up behind the stranger, looming down to effectively close the distance. There was just enough space between them for Talon to appear marginally respectful of this stranger's personal space... But it was obvious he was addressing them.

“But the local poachers around these parts have been talking an awful lot about a tail just like yours.”

Then his posture quickly righted itself on the chance that they didn't appreciate the warning from someone just as unfamiliar.