While it was certainly new to be watched by a naga, Fakir wasn't exactly new to being watched. While centaurs were accepted as common knowledge, they still weren't a common sight. Most herds preferred to remain completely separated from human contact. Which was no surprise, as one country had tried to enslave them and turn centaurs into war mounts. A few, like Fakir's, stayed far away from humans but had a centaur who roamed human territory for goods. So far as Fakir knew, he'd never heard of centaurs actually being citizens among humans. They were, thankfully, common enough that most human establishments could tend to his needs, such stable stalls with a table, grooms who could help clean their withers, and blacksmiths who knew how to shoe them.<br/><br/>Fakir hummed a note to let Mesut know he had heard his introduction as he tossed a tunic on. "Mmm. I have a pretty bad diet, to be honest. I eat when I feel I need to," Fakir admitted sheepishly. "My herd normally has a large meal at the beginning of the day, and one at night. Just like me, they're constantly on the move, so we use a lot of energy. I try to stick to the large meals my herd does but if I have to be on the road, I'm on the road and I'll eat as I walk," he said as he used a spare tunic to gather his food into a bundle to bring it to Mesut. Perhaps if the naga also wanted to be clothed, he could use the spare tunic, but he hadn't said anything about remaining nude. "I don't have much right now. Didn't exactly expect a guest," he said as he set the bundle down on a nearby box so Mesut could pick and choose what he wanted. "So... you only eat every few days? What do you eat?" he asked. He certainly hoped it wasn't large game. Fakir could probably manage taking the time to trap rabbits and pheasants, but with his build made it nigh impossible to hunt things like deer in the area.<br/><br/>Fakir did swipe the bread and cheese, tearing it out of the wax and breaking off a piece of both before leaving the rest for Mesut. Content with his meagur snack, he started to stamp and paw at the ground. Once satisfied, the ground shook with a dull thump as his full weight hit the ground, the centaur folding his legs beneath him to rise quickly if he needed to. "My guide's been dead for years now. The horse gods took him some winters back. It must have been a good death. He wandered off on his own instead of having one of us escort him," Fakir said as he started ripping the bread and cheese into more bite sized portions, chewing them carefully. Travel bread tended to be dry, and the cheese thick.<br/><br/>His head swung back up, eyes examining the naga in the dark. He brushed the remnants of his meal from his shirt before thinking. "You, or the snakes, no. Not live, anyways. I've seen statues or carvings if I went to towns close to your temples," he answered before waving his hands to emphasize the size. "And in one city that was more prosperous than others, not a snake-person but just a snake. Taller than the largest stallion in my herd. The base had more of your kind carved into it," he said before his brows knit, ears cocking back against his head. "You were all decidedly shorter in the carvings," he noted. Or perhaps there wasn't enough stone to appropriately carve out a full-sized naga.<br/><br/>"And I heard stories. Not that I can tell the difference between story and a tall tale. A drunkard told me you were large, and could swallow me whole. Another time, I was told they had orgies in your temples. With only virgins," Fakir said bluntly. "Don't know how much is true but you haven't tried to eat me yet and you don't seem eager to rape me either. But that might be because I'm not a virgin. Still, I figured humans did what humans always do. Tell stories about the things they don't understand," he shrugged absently. "I suppose it hasn't hit me yet, that I have one of those sacred snakes with me. I'm bone tired, you see. I might be more shocked tomorrow," Fakir admitted before smiling awkwardly. "I am very curious about your kind. I suppose it's a bit childlike, but I guess I get curious about things or people hidden away from sight. But right now, I'm more tired than curious. Perhaps tomorrow, we can drive each other daft by asking each other questions," he suggested, feeling fatigue start to wash over him and cloud his mind now that he was out of danger and fed.