Wroth nodded his head at Tomoe.  Still smiling though it seemed to drop only slightly when the topic of humans came up. "They are something special. Wither you hate'm or love'm you have to admit they are interesting."  Despite being absent from the unnatural world for over a thousand years even he knew that the discussions on humans was a split subject somewhere indifferent, some downright hated humans and would see them burn, only a small minority seemed to outright adore humanity at least from his perspective.  Wroth and his sister seemed to either be at the very end of the spectrum or at the top.<br/><br/>"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Names Wroth, though humans call me Errol crow." Bowing a little though it was clear the alcohol was starting to take effect as he stumbled a little. balancing himself he sat his jug down on the ground leaning on it as he shifted his attention towards the pound.