As he ate, Bray studied the man before him. His eyes flickered between the distinct features that made him monster and tried to perhaps find some kind of something that inspired fear. There was obviously an air that shouted inhuman but nothing threatening. Though, he wasn’t stupid to the possibility because he knew well of his brothers. They could bend the truth a bit for the sake of an exciting tale but they weren’t liars. More than that, they wouldn’t harm something without reasonable cause. Or, so he hoped.<br/><br/><br/>Brayden’s gaze lowered with the monster’s bow before snapping up again when he straightened. His stare returned once again on his gaze and their mildly intriguing glow. It all felt surreal. Never would he expect that the monsters in the stories of his childhood would eventually prepare his dinner.<br/><br/><br/>In his pondering, he realized that quite some time had passed with him still staring. Supplies, yes.<br/><br/><br/>“....Um, no actually. I planned to leave after,” he spoke, struggling to find a better word that didn’t sound like looting a church. “Sight seeing.” He finished half convincingly. If Carpathia wasn’t such an eye sore maybe it would’ve been believable.