A strange sound emanated from the giant at the fey's antics. It could have been described as some unsettling, melodic buzzing, as if a boulder had started to vibrate. The small creature, strange as it was, held a very amusing spark of life that he had so rarely encountered during his wanderings of the Angels' land. What jerked him though was the Tailed One's hand upon his breastplate. Though he could not feel as other beings felt touch, he had a strange ability to know when he was touched and as he felt the young woman slowly, deliberately run her fingertips along some of the markings of his armor. As she absentmindedly studied him, he returned the favor and took notice of the glazed over look in her eye, the spark of intelligence that could be seen behind the glassy orbs in her head. It could be an explanation for why the Tailed One was so excitable in this place, an academic would not be so used to the frantic nature of a brothel and bar. The true curiosity though was the fey, again having never seen one, his focus was placed upon observing the small creature's movements and actions, studying and memorizing. This was broken though by the intrusion of the masked fellow and as he guessed at Ogun's nature, the metal giant simply turned to him and stared. He did not appreciate such things as digging into who he truly was. Refusing to even grace the guesses with a rebuttal, he simply turned back toward the bar.<br/><br/>As the fey joined in on the guessing itself, Ogun somehow became quieter than silent, he seemed to emanate something threatening about him, that their guesses would only lead to consequences. Of course with the firecrackers that the Masked Man and Mirri were, their guessing very quickly died and was replaced with the absurd notion of the fey taking residence in his armor. While the fey chattered away and made a very cute display of trying to appear bigger, that content buzzing could be heard emanating from the giant once more, like a lion purring. He could see the Tailed One brimming with questions, her very posture gave that away but she shied away from acting upon that curiosity. He was curious too though, she had recognized something about him and that itself piqued his own curiosity. If she could help him understand what he used to be or what he had done before the Rebirth, he had no choice but to allow her to question. Sadly, this proces was interrupted by the very raucous show that seemed to burst out of nothingness. The brothel's owner along with dancers, and rowdy music. The dancers swayed sensually, a pleasurable contrast to the loud, throbbing music that seemed to drench the place. The owner spoke in the same way that the men of the sea did, stringing more insults together than words and perhaps if he could understand all of what she was saying he may have felt insulted.<br/><br/>The parade of sound and color took his attention away from Parin and Mirri and while he observed the masterful way the dancers manipulated the small amounts of fabric on their body, Mirri had started to slither toward the owner. As the fey passed him, Parin's hand darted forward and attempted to grab at the fey before being met with a quick nipping. A second swipe was easily dodged and then to Ogun's surprise the fey took flight. Very quickly he locked onto the fey's flight and the dust that fell from its wings. A strange sound leaked from the giant's helmet as he walked toward the dust and quickly sucked it in through his helmet. Analysis of the dust would take some time, already he could tell that they were like nothing he had encountered before.<br/><br/>When Parin fell to the ground with the loud clattering of wood and a wince-inducing thump, Ogun was the first to act. Stepping through the crowd, easily using his bulk to push through the sea of drunks, he very quickly found himself towering over the brothel's owner. Smoothly kneeling, he scooped up Parin like a small child and helped her to her feet.<br/><br/><i>"I do not think that retribution is necessary."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>