Hearing what sounds like distant conversation coming from the direction Synys and the others had followed, Aethon begins to rather laboriously haul the bulk of his stomach along behind Linda.  Although it's pulled up an inch or two as it processes his latest meal, walking is still difficult for him.<br/><br/>Stopping short, his expression is a near mirror to Linda's as he tries to make sense of the scene before him.  "Well.  Although it isn't too much of a surprise that offerings of a sort might still be around, this is a significantly more...esoteric form than I am used to seeing."