<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Zhergan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astrid, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Alpha House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Night<br/><hr/>His otherworldly eyes followed the wisps of smoke that trailed around the young human, circling her playfully. It seemed this youth was a child without many troubles in life, raised in a happy family. It was such an alien thing to see in these times. As she spoke he noted that she talked in an easy way, not like his own pack mates who coated every word in silks of respect, but rather like a neighbor or uncle. She was probably from a small village or town where everyone knew each other. Seemingly a place sheltered from many of the evils of the world. How he envied that.<br/><br/>Even so there were traditions to uphold. It would have been to invite challengers to sway on them just because she was a stranger to their customs. "Omega will suffice. Sir is a informal Atallan title that lacks a certain... respect for the seer." His smile was thin and not entirely genuine as he sat down next to her, folding his legs underneath himself and tucking his arms into the long sleeves of his furred robes. It didn't matter much to him if he was perceived as mean or strict, rather that than weak a feeble. He could allow a child to say as she wanted, but she'd better wise up quickly once she reached a proper age. It was a pack after all. "Something troubles you? Or are you just indulging an old man with delicate company?"