Cyrus didn't really notice when Herald left. He was too busy looking at the wicked looking armored man that Wiflor was dragging towards him. He kept the knife in his boot close. Wiflor seemed familiar with this... man(?). But still, he kept the knife in his boot in mind. He refused to let his guard down until he was certain that this man meant no harm. When he introduced himself, Cyrus nodded. "Cyrus." He shook Zealot's hand. "And she and I are... more than friends." He puffed on his pipe some more. It helped him to relax a little. "How do you know her?" He asked. Now seemed like as good a time as any to get a few answers to the questions he had.<br/><br/>He was surprised at how quiet Atticus was being. He had been studying Wiflor the entire year and now he had the opportunity to learn more about her. Not only that, the pair seemed to be from another plane entirely. Perhaps one yet to be discovered and now he was silent? Cyrus found it strange and most unlike him. He expected Atticus to assault the two with questions. But when Cyrus looked back at him, he was sitting by the fire, simply observing.