When the conversation slowed and shifted, Set found his eagerness to listen in wane. There did not seem to be much else for him to pay attention to worth noting. With a silent sigh, he reacquainted himself with his glass of water. Picking up the cool drink, he let his fingertips enjoy the smooth surface, swirling around the condensation that had gathered there, before bringing it to his lips once more to take a sip.<br/><br/>As he let his mind draw to a blank, deciding some calming nothingness to be a nice change from the buzzing questions that previously ran through his head, another soul had made their entrance into the rundown tavern. His eyes flickered up briefly to catch the sight of the pale woman. Her features...<br/><br/>Set’s eyebrows drew upwards as he took in a longer view of the girl. Hair like his, skin like his, eyes....no, they were different.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">“I doubt you’ll find answers you’re looking for here.” </span><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><br/>
Chance’s words repeated in his mind. Between her surety in them and her laissez-faire attitude when referencing the owner, he came very quickly to the conclusion that Errol was not at all like him. Back to his water he went with yet another sigh. His mind, however, could not remain in a void as it had. His eyes kept flickering back to the kitchen doorway. He’d seen albinos of varying species before, humans were no exception, yet he couldn’t seem to stop staring at the wooden door that blocked his view from her. But...why?</span>